The Big Blue [WE:120]

We are back again with another installment of #weekend-engagement. This week's topics revolve around landscapes and being outdoors. I haven't had much if that in a long time. However, I took the excuse if going out of the house to go by the Costal Area of my hometown and take some photos.

Contrast of nature and city

I stepped out of the care and let myself be caressed by the gently and savory touch of the breeze coming from the sea. We are privileged to have a view like the one we have. The Gulf of Cariaco extends for miles. It starts in Cariaco and ends in Cumaná. I remember my high school years when this used to be the route to school. Then, the route was changed to one where you can't see the sea. Thay was sad, but it was the shortest route.

However, I get to see the sea very often. That's one of the perks of living here. Sunsets are also quite beautiful. But this isn't the time to talk about it. Blue is the colour of this entry.

There's a small boat as a dot in the big blue. On the other side the coast of the Araya Peninsula.

As you can see in the cover photo, there's a spot that sells see food. We call this mixes of seafood "Coctelitos" (like little cocktail). It has no alcohol but the mix of stuff in it packs a punch. They are served with lime juice and garnished such as onion, cilantro and other pickled vegetavles. There's other kiosks ahead where people sell fish. The name of this one is "La Esquina Caliente" (the hot corner). It is funny as it isn't located in a corner. It's just a bit of local humour. Th lady of the spot was kind enough to pose for the photo.

Speaking of photos, the word blue and staring at the sea reminds me of something. There's an old poem of the Cruz Salmerón Acosta. A poet who was born in the other coast. It is titled "Azul" (blue in Spanish). It makes a comparison all the blues you can see in this space. The mountains, sky and sea; of landscapes and dreams. The comparison ends with the eyes of his beloved Conchita. A woman he couldn't see again because he died of leprosy. Each time I'm standing form this side, I think about the fate of Salmerón. It must the one of the hardest things to endure. It's also said that this disease started by his hands. So I bet he could keep writing for long.

Breaking away from the sad footnote, I want to address that the sea has this power to fill you with energy. It's like the sound of the waves and the wind in your face carry the breath of primordial life. Like purpose for living and keep going. Just going to stare at the sea cleanses your mind of weariness. I should do it more often.

This blue makes all the sadness drift away. Like a boat pulled, bit by bit, then turned adrift in the middle of the sea, where it's influence can't reach the depths of my being.

Watching the sea, is like coming home. Anyone who lives near it, might understand this filling. I'm glad I took the time to go for the photos. I came back with the idea for the post and with my mood changed.

Thank you sea. Thank you for your calm and gentle touch.

I had to throw in another one

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The photos used were taken by my with my Redmi note 8 cell phone.

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