Coast

The coast.

Drunk on the infinite. On the afternoon. On the sky. We’re sky-drunk. We’re heavens-drunk. We’re expanse drunk. Vista drunk …

 

Drinking at the coast is different from drinking anywhere else. It’s a different drunkenness. More wistful. More yearning. More spiritual, even. It has a different flavour.

 

The unenclosable. The uncontainable. The unfinishable.

The infinite – is that what it is? The unfinite, at least. The no longer limited.

We see the Whole. The All. We have a sense of the Expanse. It’s the Universe – the one-all. We let it infuse our thoughts. Flavour them.

 

We are different people, out at the coast. We breathe more deeply here at the coast. We feel lighter somehow. We walk like astronauts on the moon.