I’ve always considered myself a little nuts. I think most doctors are in some way.
Sometimes in the early hours of morning when a sliver of sun begins to dapple the sky with light, I find myself at the waters edge. There in the half light, I take off my (sometimes) polished business shoes and squish my toes in the sand, waiting for the foaming lips of the ocean to kiss me once again.
I remember a little green eyed girl walking past me one day when she suddenly exclaimed “Look Mummy! There he is! Its the man who sings to the ocean!’