The sea, it puts out the burning and leaves with it a sting that soothes. I wondered, as I watched the man swim around the cove if I ever, could leave this place. His small head, a fixed point drawing around the rock. There was a stretch, where I was worried, so I stayed. I have never spoken like this into my phone. It does feel easier. I hope to do this all again. I wish I could record the voices of the birds that are singing. But I guess you cannot translate this. With the water as it embraces the stone. They have all been here so much longer than us and we have so much to learn. We think we need to teach it, to bend it, but it is us that now must ache.