Bodrum..

Bodrum - where the sun and sea meets to tell their story!

A few summers ago—

yet another beach,

yet another journey home.

I sat beside the sea,

yet another favourite book resting in my hands.

The perfect company:

Dostoyevsky,

the sea,

and me.

The pages turned slowly,

the afternoon asking nothing of me.

The sun rested quietly upon my skin.

A warm breeze traced my face,

soft enough to feel like a memory,

familiar enough to feel like home.

Before me,

the sea danced in gentle rhythms,

its endless blue unfolding

beyond the reach of my wandering gaze.

Somewhere between

the warmth of the sun,

the salt in the air,

and the hush of the waves,

I forgot where I ended

and where the sea began.

I lost myself

in its endless beauty,

my feet buried in warm sand,

my heart carried gently

with every tide.

There was nowhere else to be.

Nothing to become.

Nothing to prove.

Only this—

the sea,

the silence,

my favourite book,

and a heart so full

it overflowed quietly,

asking nothing more

than to exist.

And somehow,

that was everything.

--NS