The ocean is a giant natural amplifier, of itself and of existence. I used to love the ocean, and I used to live there. When I moved back inland I felt empty without it. Something about the broadness of that vast expanse of water made me feel like my cares were really just rolling on the whitecaps and vanishing with them under a blanket of light green foam. I miss the ocean.
My parents took us there in the summers. We never went to Disney World or anything like that, but we didn't mind. As a kid, it's really neat how those beach towns are set up, everything for the visitors all laid out in a ribbon on the sand. Shops with neon signs and cheap trinkets, things we didn't have at home - and the dunes. Seeing the first flames of that vast blue bright expanse flicker over the tops of the dunes set my heart to stirring. Eventually, I went to Disney World. I never felt that there.
As a young man I lived on an island in the summers. In the mornings I felt as if I could stretch and see the sea, but even if I didn't I knew it was there, all up in the air. Low tide smells like garbage ketchup but I don't mind, thats an exception. Walking to the point - everyone should do that. At the end of an island you know where a great many things begin and end. It is a unique calling card of the Alpha and Omega.
I love the ocean, and I miss it. It never writes me anymore.
