It is all I dream about all year long. True, I dream about other things too, but when I dream of my water, I wake up feeling calm and rested, my mind and my soul healed for a lasting moment. Sometimes I close my eyes for a fleeting second and think of my ocean; the thought of the smell or the sound alone allowing me to live through those twelve long months I need to wait to go back home to the Canary Islands.
What is it about that specific body of water that is so soothing, and why do I feel such a powerful connection to it? Is it because I grew up seeing it every day and swimming in it almost all year long? Maybe because I am reminded of all the wonderful summers I have spent there since I moved abroad? Or is it just a question of my brain being wired to shut down and relax at the sight and sound of water around me?
Whatever it may be, the sense of peacefulness that my ocean dreams bring lasts all year long; the permanent memory that keeps me holding on to the place that I return to every year: my ocean. My home. – Maite