I talked yesterday briefly about how I love clouds, adore them really. There’s something dreamlike and peaceful, well, at the best of times. There’s also another element I was born to: water. I’m a Pisces and natural born water baby. Sometimes I think I’m part mermaid I love the water that much. But, just like changeable clouds, I have a healthy respect for water, especially the sea. Like cloud and water in general, the sea is a living entity. Alive in a way all elemental forces are. Not sentient, but still, you almost feel like they’re aware. Dangers aside, this hasn’t stopped me jumping in any large (and sometimes, small) bodies of water throughout my life. Quite often this has been spontaneous, accompanied with or without the proper attire, sometimes swimming in nothing more than my birthday suit. But not, I must add, in mixed company. I’m not that much of an exhibitionist. Though there is still time to change that. But not today. I’ve swum in lakes big and small, the local duck pond, gentle meandering rivers and streams, and gone over one or two waterfalls in my time. But my deepest love has always been for the sea, my spiritual home. It calls to me often, and I miss it dearly but also know that She can be — as any body of water can be — changeable and moody one minute, calm and serene, even inviting the next. When I’m finally ready to shrug off this mortal coil, I’ve asked for burial at sea. Maybe the fishes will find me first, maybe the crabs, who knows. Either way I wish them all a hearty meal on my account. I came into this world through water, I’ll leave it the same way. 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧