Still the Sea…

The sea is ready to rumble. All week, it’s been crashing against the rocks–and flooding the beach. For the past two days, our beach has been closed, and I’ve been missing the turtles. Tonight, as I walked on the path above the beach–past an old man playing the oud–spray from waves slapping against the rocks leapt over the barrier and spilled onto the Corniche. Now that the place where many of us go each day to swim with the turtles is off-limits, where will we go to escape from the tension? On every level, it feels like a storm is coming. What, I wonder, is the sea trying to say?