"The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide...

"The sound of a distant ocean covers me with surf, that tide that bears me back eternally into the past, back to the place where I was born. My mother took me out in our little fishing boat, out on the open water of the sea. The thrum and hiss of surf upon the shore behind us, the breaking rhythm never ceasing. My mother waited until we were out of sight of land."

— from the novel Sinful Folk

PHOTO: another one by Liis Klammer on Flickr.