The Sea

It’s a smell of fish and sea weed. Low tide, when all the treasures on the shore are revealed. Even in this urban jungle the sea and it’s shore, the sounds and the sky above manage to make a kind of magic that is attracting, soothing, inspiring. Something beautiful that makes one want to celebrate it; write about it, paint it, capture it somehow to pass on while trying to relish the moment. Lying gently on rocking waves or being thrashed by rollers. Exploring the amazing worlds beneath the waves.

Even that lumbering big tanker has grace and a sense of adventure, if you will, it is going sea faring and will see marvels and encounter the unknown before it hits another port.

The call of the sea? Is it changeability, beauty, mystery or is it the attraction of the beaches and palm trees… synonymous with the good life and plenty? Polynesian islands and coconut water, toddy and grass skirts, balmy breezes and no worries? Undefinable but oh so enticing.

I love the sea.

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