I can always tell how a plane is going to land based on how fast it's going when we approach the landing. I can feel it in my bones. I just know. I can tell if the pilot is going too fast or if he's at the right speed - and whether the outcome will be a bumpy or a smooth one.
I've spent the last few days on a beach because I reckoned that if the Mayans were right and we all have less than 1 month left on earth, the least I could do was enjoy some if it. One of my favourite things in this entire world is the ocean... everyone knows that already. I nearly drowned a few times in my life, but I still love the ocean. And while I'm a good swimmer, I never take it (the sea) for granted.
Unlike land, which seems less threatening, the sea and its volatile waves never let you forget who's the boss. It's honest that way. And still, no matter what, it remains utterly beautiful in all its glory. I'm always a little sad to leave, I'm one of those people who never want to come home from a holiday, but I have indeed returned... with sun-kissed baby soft skin and a soothed soul.