The Sea and Me
Reposted from 2015
My mind is soothed by the sight of the sea, and the sound of her waves breaking upon the ancient, granite bones of this world. My skin is caressed with a blanket of fragrance laid upon me by the smells of the sea. The call of the deep tugs at my heart and beckons, “Listen to my voice.” I am terrified by her fury, spellbound by the unstoppable might of her flow, surprised by unutterable joy in her beauty.
I stood on the bow of the great aircraft carrier in a rare moment of solitude, salted air blowing past my face, and listened as the gray hull sliced through the sea. The ocean hissed as it parted and sluiced along a million pounds of steel skin, a pocket of life holding five thousand souls in the infinite reaches of the deep. I ran to the fantail and…
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