Our Sea

 

Every summer, we spend a couple of weeks here.
It's a place of many memories. 
Boyish things for example,
like a quick 100 meter dash with my son, 
watching him grow stronger every year;

or many a confidential tête-à-tête,

whispered to the murmur of pebbles.

The Romans called it Mare Nostrum:

Our Sea.

In the morning the heat quickly becomes intense, but I like to linger on, 

because close to midday Our Sea begins to sparkle, 

a sight dear to me. 

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