I work next to the smell of the sea.
And sometimes I think that I can understand, just a little, the longing sailors feel when separated from the ocean.
I grew up next to the sea.
I know the sound of waves, of gulls, of water slapping the sides of boats.
I grew up watching the sea.
To be inland, I feel a sense of loss. As if a vital part of me is missing. That sense of endlessness has disappeared.