Attached at the heart
On my way to work every morning the bus goes up South State and a glorious view of the Bellingham Bay accompanies us for much of the trip. I have started noticing in the past few weeks that my emotions have mirrored that of the Bay's or vise versa. Yesterday I felt calm and collected but with a hint of excitement. That day the Bay stood smooth and vivid and little birds skimmed the water for breakfast. Today the Bay was torn in two. One side was crystal green and the other black and uncertain and a wavy, white line ran down the Bay separating the two. That is how I feel today. And there have been times when the Bay has been alive and angry with big swells and white caps, and my heart has felt the same.
I find a strange comfort in the way I seem to be connected to this Bay. I've wanted to ditch work a few times to go to Boulevard Park where I could just sit and brood with the waves, or walk cheerily by the blue waters. The longer I stay in Bellingham, the more it truly becomes my home. It will be a sad day if I ever have to leave here.
I find a strange comfort in the way I seem to be connected to this Bay. I've wanted to ditch work a few times to go to Boulevard Park where I could just sit and brood with the waves, or walk cheerily by the blue waters. The longer I stay in Bellingham, the more it truly becomes my home. It will be a sad day if I ever have to leave here.