The Ramble Aquatic
The ocean.
It might just be the single greatest love of my life. That may sound odd to some people, but I know there are at least a few people out there who agree with me. It is the single most beautiful thing that I've ever seen in my life, and I have loved since before I was old enough to know what love is. It is like a primordial connection with something so vast, so peaceful, but so incredibly powerful that we simply cannot comprehend the full scale of it. I forget who said the following quote, but it could not be more true: "We know more about the surface of our moon, than we do about the bottom of our oceans." It is such a huge mystery, and I admit that its pull on my imagination is incredibly strong. My dream revolves around it. I don't even know what it is exactly about the sea that attracts me so much.
I often walk to the beach near my house in the middle of the night, just to sit by the ocean and listen to the waves crash against the rocks. Some nights I get to watch the reflection of the stars twinkling in the water, and in the sky. They're like tiny pinpricks of white light that cover the world. Or, if I'm lucky, it will be a clear night, and the moon will light the beach and the water, and it all turns to molten silver. If I stay there long enough, I can watch the sun rise out of the sea, and that in itself is something that I think is worth seeing for anyone who has even the smallest sliver of love for it. It looks as though the sun rises out of the sea, and as the first edge of it comes up, sometimes the sea looks as though it's on fire. And the best part is, all this is stuff I can see on a semi-regular basis just a mile from my house. There's so much more of it to see. The green flash in the tropics, waves crashing against cliffs in Ireland, watching it wash the edges of the deserts in northern Africa, seeing the mist over the ocean at sunrise over the sea in Japan... This is the reason why my dream is what it is. I want to take a sailboat, and sail around the world and see all these things, and so many more. I, like many before me, am drawn to the sea, and thereby drawn to the desire to wander, and see as much of the world as I can in my one, little life. I'm following in a tradition that is as old as our race, They say that man is drawn to the sea, perilous though it may be, but I don't think the sea is perilous, except to those that don't respect it's strength.
Maybe I'm rambling at this point. I probably am. But tonight, I'll go down to the ocean again, and it will be just as amazing as it was the first time I ever saw it. And just as amazing as it will be every time I see it hence.
It might just be the single greatest love of my life. That may sound odd to some people, but I know there are at least a few people out there who agree with me. It is the single most beautiful thing that I've ever seen in my life, and I have loved since before I was old enough to know what love is. It is like a primordial connection with something so vast, so peaceful, but so incredibly powerful that we simply cannot comprehend the full scale of it. I forget who said the following quote, but it could not be more true: "We know more about the surface of our moon, than we do about the bottom of our oceans." It is such a huge mystery, and I admit that its pull on my imagination is incredibly strong. My dream revolves around it. I don't even know what it is exactly about the sea that attracts me so much.
I often walk to the beach near my house in the middle of the night, just to sit by the ocean and listen to the waves crash against the rocks. Some nights I get to watch the reflection of the stars twinkling in the water, and in the sky. They're like tiny pinpricks of white light that cover the world. Or, if I'm lucky, it will be a clear night, and the moon will light the beach and the water, and it all turns to molten silver. If I stay there long enough, I can watch the sun rise out of the sea, and that in itself is something that I think is worth seeing for anyone who has even the smallest sliver of love for it. It looks as though the sun rises out of the sea, and as the first edge of it comes up, sometimes the sea looks as though it's on fire. And the best part is, all this is stuff I can see on a semi-regular basis just a mile from my house. There's so much more of it to see. The green flash in the tropics, waves crashing against cliffs in Ireland, watching it wash the edges of the deserts in northern Africa, seeing the mist over the ocean at sunrise over the sea in Japan... This is the reason why my dream is what it is. I want to take a sailboat, and sail around the world and see all these things, and so many more. I, like many before me, am drawn to the sea, and thereby drawn to the desire to wander, and see as much of the world as I can in my one, little life. I'm following in a tradition that is as old as our race, They say that man is drawn to the sea, perilous though it may be, but I don't think the sea is perilous, except to those that don't respect it's strength.
Maybe I'm rambling at this point. I probably am. But tonight, I'll go down to the ocean again, and it will be just as amazing as it was the first time I ever saw it. And just as amazing as it will be every time I see it hence.