Dear Moda, dear Caddebostan, dear Bosphorus banks,
I think I’m falling for you.
In a city bursting with humans and starving for greenspace, you are natural beauties; you are a breather.
So many curves of the seaside are hidden behind ugly buildings, private property, boat-choked ports.
But you: Moda, with your rocky curves; Caddebostan, with your wide smooth pathways; Bosphorus, curving through this wild city; you restore my faith. I can walk in (relative) peace. I can be lulled by the lapping water. You smell of salt, of fish, of fresh breezes.
You are so wonderful.
Someday I will jog on you, bike on you. For now, aimless walking, wandering in reveries, seaside strolling. For now, that’s for me.
So thank you, seaside. You make my life here that much sweeter.
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