I don’t know what it is about the sea. I don’t know why it reaches out to us and grabs us and pulls us in so completely.
All I know is that every time I smell the salt smell of the ocean breeze, my lungs feel more open. My heart feels stronger. I can feel the blood moving in my veins.
I feel more myself when I am in the ocean’s arms.
When I see a gull, swooping out over the rolling waves, I almost believe for a moment that I too can soar away as far as the winds can carry me. I almost believe that I can be that free, just for a little while.
It doesn’t matter what beach or coast I am on when I find myself in a spot where I can see the ocean at last. As long as I can touch my lips with the tip of my tongue and taste the briny tang of salt and seaweed, I am home.
The ocean in winter is spectacular. Cold and so sharp. The beautiful gray of the water merges with the icy gray of the clouds. A study in monochromatic beauty. I wish so much that I could live in a place where I’d see the ocean racing in every winter day.
But the ocean in summer, on a sweet July evening, in a place where the blue ocean meets the crystal sands. Nothing in life is more alluring to me than that. The spiky shards of beach grass poking up through the white sand, the restless movement of the dunes. The incredible sight of a sailboat passing in the twilight. Almost too pretty to be real!
I would give anything I have to one day live in a place where I could watch that motion every single day.
Ah, but if wishes were horses……..
For now, I will have to content myself with occasional days at the beach with friends, walking in the surf, watching the gulls, finding sand dollars, daring each other to dunk in the freezing waters of high tide.
For now, I will count myself lucky to live as close to the Atlantic as I do.
For now, I’ll have to keep dreaming of one day owning that beach house.