My Neighbor, The Sea
My family and I recently moved to live in the city of Khobar, and we chose the vicinity of the sea. Here I gained a new habit: I now start my mornings by looking indefintely at the sea surface, which is always bright and on standby.
The sea unites with its surrounding for an ever-changing charm. It appears new, different and beautiful every time I look. It is beautiful when it reflects the sky, the sun's rays or the color of the clouds, and it is beautiful if it hosts a swarm of birds, shows a silhouette of a fisherman or carries a distant boat, and is beautiful if it chooses to stay up with the stars or disappear in the darkness of the night.
Our love for the places is different from any other love. It is a love that we inhabit. For this, it never becomes a memory in itself, but rather a place for all memories. It colors them and colors us, and it is -in this particular sense- something larger than love. It is a feeling that I know very well -I am the son of as-Salt 😎- but I don't know a name for.
The sea keeps revealing its beauties to me every hour as if it realizes that. Its image will always resonate the echo of what I feel today, and tomorrow when I look back, I will see a young me wandering on its shore.