The Tyrrhenian Sea, Sicily

Almost 8 weeks now, 52 days to be exact, that I’ve been sheltered near the sea in Balestrate, Sicily. Across from the beach. Sitting on the balcony, watching the water, listening to the waves. Enjoying the breeze with my morning coffee, an aperitif with the setting sun, a final cup of tea in the evening. Sometimes the water is calm, even sleepy. Other times, she is boisterous and dancing. And a few times, she has been undeniably angry. Like the rest of us, I think.

This morning, finally, with restrictions eased and no need for an official form to take some exercise, I harkened the call. I walk to the marina. The Visit Sicily tour boat is still docked.

I walk on the beach

feel the sand crunch under my feet and the water cool my toes.