
First I walk about 10 minutes to the beach.
Crossing the railway tracks of that little, charming train.
Then I turn left and follow the wooden path until it ends.
I sit down, take off my shoes.
My feet sink into the sand – such a simple, beautiful feeling.
Step by step I walk closer, until my toes touch the cold water.
As I get used to it, I continue along the shore, all the way to the harbor.
This way is never the same.
Sometimes huge waves, sometimes calm as a lake.
Sometimes the sea dark blue, sometimes turquoise.
Sometimes covered with countless shells, sometimes almost none.
When I arrive, I touch one of the stones with my feet.
A small ritual I once created.
On the way back I walk barefoot, feeling the ground beneath me all the way home.
Finally, I clean my feet from all the sand.
I arrive, with a deep sense of gratitude.
Grateful for the freedom to live this way.
When I can, I walk to the beach every day.
And I never want to get used to it. 06.10.2025
Crossing the railway tracks of that little, charming train.
Then I turn left and follow the wooden path until it ends.
I sit down, take off my shoes.
My feet sink into the sand – such a simple, beautiful feeling.
Step by step I walk closer, until my toes touch the cold water.
As I get used to it, I continue along the shore, all the way to the harbor.
This way is never the same.
Sometimes huge waves, sometimes calm as a lake.
Sometimes the sea dark blue, sometimes turquoise.
Sometimes covered with countless shells, sometimes almost none.
When I arrive, I touch one of the stones with my feet.
A small ritual I once created.
On the way back I walk barefoot, feeling the ground beneath me all the way home.
Finally, I clean my feet from all the sand.
I arrive, with a deep sense of gratitude.
Grateful for the freedom to live this way.
When I can, I walk to the beach every day.
And I never want to get used to it. 06.10.2025