I crave the sea. I don’t need sand at my feet. I’d much prefer the hard concrete of this pier that I know well. From the island my grandmother and grandfather were born on. The island of Ugljan. The smell of the salt rising up and the clear blue water steadily flowing beneath me. I crave the feeling of home I felt when I traveled there many years after their deaths. Yes, I crave the sea. I crave it every day, every hour, every minute. I crave that feeling of freedom, the one that makes you feel limitless.