last night i found myself driving aimlessly around the north shore looking for… something. the overriding conscious desire was a location from which to photograph the oncoming stormy skies. the unconscious desire was to stay out of my apartment for as long as possible; until there was no choice but to return to sleep.
i found a new spot from which to watch the world.
i stood at the edge of the strait while the wind whipped the sea into a frenzy, crashing hugely against the rocks. i sat on a log in the dying twilight and laughed as i watched seagulls hover as they rode the big winds like true wind surfers. i smiled at the children hauling a six-foot long piece of driftwood to their makeshift shelter in the sand. i watched the middleaged man with buckets fishing, wondering what he catches there. i licked my lips and tasted the sea.
just when i thought it couldn’t get worse, i found a place which helped to heal my heart. there’s something magical about the ocean for me. the smell, the power, the ever-changing colours and shapes. sitting there alone, shivering yet not minding the cold, i found joy.
awesome
wow
yes, wow
:-)
i, miss you.