Wool-gathering - 5 / Maybe you just need the sea?

I’ve been spending way too much time tucked away in the stuffy booths on the eleventh floor of the library, and all I can think about is going on a blustery sea-side walk - where the wind tears through my hair and lungs, and blows the cobwebs from my fuzzy, wormy brain. I long for sea spray and salt on my skin, waves crashing close enough to feel their mist, as I look toward a horizon line which grows fainter and fainter, swallowed up into silvery light. Come and yearn for the sea with me this afternoon.