Of ships & the sea

Yes, there's a mystique about the sea. There are stories and songs, livings being made and deaths being mourned, beginnings and endings by the sea. Today while uptown on an errand, I could sense the sea calling me.

I could easily stay here for hours, watching the waves and cormorants, boats and bobbing seals, the long line of the fog bank lurking just offshore. I love the sound of the sea, the ceaseless mesmerizing motion, the briny tang of the breeze.

A sandpiper flies past, its thin high call insistent as it skims low over the waves. I turn my back on the sea, and return to work.