On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.
O well for the fisherman’s boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!
And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish’d hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!
Break, break, break
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me." Alfred Tennyson
Warmer weather always seems to fill me with the need to be near the ocean again. I am not someone who can spend long hours bathing in the sun or frolicking in the waves, but I can happily pass the day away seated in a spot of shade or floating on a pontoon boat with a novel feel the waves roll under me...
My first pictures of myself in brilliant spring sunshine show how truly pale I am...rather reminds me of "Snow White" who was a fairy tale princess I never held too much admiration for. Now Scheherazade was a lady I could understand and admire... Outfit details: dress- Urban Outfitters, jacket- Urban Outfitters, shoes- Urban Outfitters, necklace- from a monastery in Meteora, bag- the Stadium Swapmeet in Hawaii