You’ve been so quiet and so missed while up top... And now—but not so unusual...I hope. At peace with it all, I hope.
This was precisely how I felt when last at the shore, standing in it at Hilton Head, alone, feeling it pull at me at sunrise, dizzy as the stiff breeze blew North and the tide pulled me out while the sand sucked me slowly down and having it oscillate deep inside my belly.
I miss that water. Rivers are so much like wild children, lost and temperamental, having their moments of friendliness. But oceans are parental and even more, like guides to a better place, of a deeper knowledge.
Well, at least the shore is at times. I once turned my back on it and got smacked down by a wave while distracted by a tern. Another story for another time.