No rest for the wicked

Couldn't sleep at night again and so left the house at 05:00 a.m. It was a sad walk. I had to remind myself to look up because I kept my head bent down all the time. Usually I never look down because I am afraid I might miss something interesting to see or happening around me. Today I just didn't care.... :-(

I had some very secluded time with the sea on my mezah and spent approx. 3 hours there in which I sat down at a place on it where the splashing of the waves couldn't reach me, pretty much near the end. And still(!) -this becomes almost a ritual as if he wants to remind me of something, although I haven't got the faintest idea what- exactly when I was about to leave he totally unexpectedly threw a forcefull wave at me that got me wet.

The only thing that lifted me for a short while out of my gloomy spirits a tiny little bit, were the fish who performed a 'Go With The Flow' performance I could, and probably should, take a lesson from....