The night sky was drizzling softly as I slipped out the back gate and onto a long, steep wooden staircase, stretching 30 meters toward the mouth of the sea. I scampered down it to the sand, and immediately felt the fervor of the party above wash off of me completely. Total inner stillness.
It was midnight, and I could finally see that the vastness of the sky was spotted with trillions of stars. Barefoot, I walked all the way into the hem of the waves. I let them lick my feet, sifting sand through my lacy skirt. It’s absolutely magnificent to stand alone on an empty beach, bathed in moonlight. I breathed deeper than I remember ever having done, before or since that night. I understood that the waves were pouring violent, tremendous love onto the earth ~ shaping it, saving it. I smiled from my forehead to my toes. That moment, there on the beach, falling once again in love with the ocean ~ that was the best party of summer.
Crafting this shoot, I imagined a girl a bit like me that night. She’s traveled to the seaside for a fantastic party, bringing a trunkload of festive dresses. But as the soirée wanes, she feels herself lured away from the scene. She gets into her car and she drives a far as she can. When she can drive no farther, she runs. She runs all the way to the sea, and for the rest of her life she is free.