My home state, land-locked Kansas, probably helps the ocean affect me the way it does.
It reminds me how much I love quiet because it is never quiet, and it makes my body feel small but not my mind. I find things where I don't expect them and the other way around.
How does a mighty ocean require no container and stay within its bounds? Pools, ponds, and lakes seem to require far more.
How can a ship seem big - in the ocean? And how can you still almost not see it/them? (Zoom in!) Begs the question of what else I am missing, albeit a little closer to home.
None of my business, except I happened to be hanging out on our rented porch. A man followed a woman around with a camera in one hand and a baby carrier in the crook of his arm. She walked away and back again, along the shore, into the water, looked back over her shoulder, sat down, stood up, bent her knee, put her hands on her hip, and on and on for what seemed like a really.long.time. My arm was getting tired for that guy.
Probably a fleeting and unbidden moment of solidarity, but I never want to ask someone to take my picture again.
Okay, last thing - Christmas trees! So much joy for the many who celebrate - with all of the wonder lights, presents, and tucked-away cats can bring...
But that's not all. Another noble task awaits.
