I had been reading the journal of French artist Eugene Delacroix for the past 2 weeks and this particular passage struck me for it is most relevant to where I am today.
"Towards three o'clock I went down to take my last look at the sea. It was perfectly calm and I have seldom seen it more lovely; I could hardly bear to tear myself away. I spent the whole time on the beach and didn't go near the pier all day. How passionately one clings to things when one is about to leave them. The sketch I made from memory was of this sea: golden sky, boats waiting for the tide to return to harbour."