Strange day August 6

Yesterday was a strange day. Initially I started to write about it in my diary, then decided to post it on the blog. Without letting myself to turn my attention away from destructions my mind creates in order to escape the actual work.

After spending two days at home we went out finally to the sea. We swam some distance along the coast then back. Coming out of the warm water and walking on the sandy beach we sat on our towels facing the sea. He said to me maybe it sound crazy but he felt like the sea was strange. I asked in what way. He said as we swam he saw a dead jellyfish that was not moving in the water, on the way back it was still there where he saw it first. The water, he continued was too warm even though it was windy. I noticed it too. The waves were robustly crushing into the land, grinding the pebbles into smaller pieces.

I told him, that I don't think what he thinks is crazy.

'I think the sea is angry. There was a pollution yesterday, some dirty shit went into the water.'

We remained on our towels for the rest of the evening, watching people around us. Later he went to chat with a lady with a dog whom he has not known and I was reading a book. He came back emotional saying that the lady was talking about her. That she got her dog because she had recently separated from her husband. It was a rescued adopted dog. 'Sometimes it is easier to open up to strangers that to friends or relatives.' I said 'That's the beauty of human psyche.' He nodded.

We stayed for the sunset. I took some pictures of the clouds. I found the golden raylights coming through the clouds very beautiful.

On the way back home I decided to forgive my mother and my grandmother. Unforgiving tends to crush families apart. I had to be the one who finally breaks this heavy chain.