Marseille | "The Sea Is Always There, and Summer Will Always Come"

Watching the sea in Marseille on the New Year 🌊​ At 4 p.m., I took a bus from the center of Marseille to the nearest beach. The wind off the Mediterranean was fierce, whipping through my hair and carrying the briny scent of salt and algae. The waves, frothy and relentless, rolled in with (layers upon layers) of foam, crashing gently against the shore—each surge a soft punctuation mark in the day’s rhythm. Along the coastline, people wandered with a quiet, almost meditative slowness, as if the sea had lulled them into its own unhurried pace. Some stood with their backs to the wind, staring out at the horizon; others bent to pick up smooth pebbles, their laughter swallowed by the roar of the waves.​💕 Albert Camus once wrote: “My favorite ten words: world, suffering, earth, mother, man, wilderness, honor, poverty, summer, sea.”​😊 Jorge Luis Borges mused: “You are the cloud, the sea, the forgetting; you are also every version of yourself you have ever lost.”​ Adolfo Bioy Casares said: “You are between the sea and me. My eyes meet yours.”​ Yu Hua wrote: “I want to keep swimming until the sea turns blue.”​😍 The sea has always been a vast vessel for human emotions It holds our joys and sorrows, our silences and screams, with a patience that outlasts all else. We love watching the sea—its endless motion, its shifting colors, the way it mirrors the sky one moment and rages against it the next. We always want to talk to the sea: to whisper our grief, to shout our triumphs, to trade our tangled sadness or bittersweetness for its quiet gifts—joy and freedom, peace and purity. Where the sea settles, that is where our hearts find their home.​😍 As I prepared to leave, the setting sun hurtled toward the sea, igniting the water in a blaze of oranges and reds. It was as if the waves themselves had caught fire, their crests glowing like embers. The light spilled over a small fishing boat bobbing in the distance, gilding its wooden hull; 😂 it touched the faces of the people on the shore, turning their outlines soft and golden, and even the dog chasing seagulls seemed to shimmer. For a moment, time slowed: there was the boat, the strangers, the dog, the sea—and us, and our , all bathed in that final, fiery light.​😊 #RecorderOfRomanticLife #MarseilleFrance #ManchesterByTheSea #BorgesPoems #CamusQuotes​