Memories of summers past

I had a hard time sleeping so instead I ended up flipping through one of my old diaries and found an entry I wrote in August 2011. I'd gone away for a while with my previous boyfriend, my mum and my two brothers when I had some rare time off from uni. I remember being awake very early in the morning when writing this. Actually I remembered everything about that moment very clearly when I read it and it was an incredibly intense feeling. Maybe it's one of those moments you'll always carry with you, tucked away safe and hidden until you choose to take it out. This is something very personal but somehow it feels right to share it. I don't usually do that. Maybe I should.


"The day is not important. Things like time seem trivial here. Fields as far as the eye can see. The odd farm. Mist, wind and rain. Salty storms from the nearby sea. An army of seagulls picking the ground for war spoils. Melancholic and painfully beautiful. Soothing, scary, frustrating, caring. Mother Nature is so close, so strong here. The wind is almost knocking me off my feet. Now more than ever I am a Stormchild. The light is magical. I should draw, maybe I will. I am the queen of the world and as insignificant as a grain of sand. The old gods walk these lands. Everything seems ancient. I look at my kingdom and see creation. And chaos. Subtle but forever present. Time stands still. Even writing is slow. This night I had no nightmares, only M's warmth next to me. I disappear into my books, swallowed whole by the thin pages. They smell of security and calm. I'm standing at the end of the world and it is beautiful."