The Cold is Warmth

2015, Aurora, Philippines

The cold has been a warm friend during my first summer in Australia. The sea resembles what it felt like to be home. It made me look back at old photographs that I have of the sea. Different locations, different people, different feelings. The sea brings both familiarity and unfamiliarity. It evokes feelings that are beyond words. Are the feelings and thoughts getting bigger? Or do I just feel smaller? Between crazy and rationality, magic and tragic, warm and cold. As if searching for something unreachable and out of sight.

Can the cold bring back warmth again?
When will it feel like that again?

How badly do I want that again?