January 2018 I was walking along the shore at Sliema, Malta, remembering the days around my 30th birthday where I would sit on the shores with my then-girlfiend and let the waves crash against the rocks to make us wet.
There are moments of pure presence that seem to come when I have water moving around me. In January I did not want to get wet at that spot, but I could still enjoy the soothing sound of the waves crashing while I stood there to capture the scene.
