Calling out to me.
She’s calling me back.
The sea.
To where it all began.
My first home.
I don’t know why.
It pulls my heart.
She whispers to my soul.
I must go.
Never really felt like this.
Not about this place.
Nostalgia, is it?
Or is it… Something else?
The waves sing to me.
The sand warms my skin.
I’m standing before her.
The Baltic Sea.
