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  • I like things off-season. I like my beaches deserted. But not totally. I guess I like things just on the cusp of seasons, the seasonal change. I like the beachside bars when mid-chat with one of the barkeeps he says how they will be closing for the season, soon. I like that feeling the Brazilians call saudade.

    Saudade: Not quite nostalgia, yes a sadness, but not sad, a sad-happy thing, a thing in which you recognize, know, absorb, take for granted and sing about life as essentially a beautiful trial, a basket of sorrows, but joyful troubles. The blues, but with more hips involved. At the crossroads of the inhaling and exhaling of large water ozone. I like that feeling. It suits me. It seems an entry to laughing and a knowledge of feeling, absent the treacle.

    I like reflections and quiet but I like people around. I like to hear people and engage with people but just at a certain level, because if I am at the sea, I like to hear the sea. I do not mind at all a grey day at the sea, because on a grey misery day the surfers come out. I don't surf, but I imagine myself surfing because I like the surf, I like being in it, I have almost drowned a couple times, but I still like the water, but I love the days when the sun people defect so quickly and you can walk, prime-time late morning even on a weekend and observe the surfers going out and coming in and be in a grey community hoping for even stronger winds and bigger breaks.
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