Mother Ocean.

I hadda work fer a coupla hours this morning and when I got back home I went fer a drive to the waters edge. I needed a saltwater fix. It was a beautiful morning. The smells of the ocean was like a high. I love the smell of the ocean water, not everyone does but I do.

*I did not have camera in hand.

I walked to the shoreline and just took it all in. The water looked great. It was a bit windy and overcast but not too bad. I could see the ol' fishing hole from where I stood. So many memories left there from days gone by fishing with some ol' friends.

I took a short walk and got lost in thought, though I cant say I was thinking of one thing in particular. My mind sometimes goes blank when I'm there. The ocean waters have a way of cleansing the mind. Its hard to describe but if you grew up around the beaches then you might know what I mean.

There were two sailboats in the distance but not too far away. I've sailed that area with my friend Jimmy. Sometimes after his shift we would pack up a few beverages and adult beverages alike and set sail. Sometimes other friends came along, sometimes not. He had some great sailing skills so I felt safe in the boat. Things can go wrong though, in the blink of an eye so you must think quick. None the less we had a great time back in the day. I use to dream of living on a sailboat sailing from port to port. I cant say the thought ever left my mind completely but I wouldnt trust my own navigational skills. I would need extensive training if I ever decided to do just that as the waters can be tricky at times. But nothing wrong with dreaming. I had another sailing buddy named Jason who lived in a Cape and was gonna do just that. That was his dream. I hope he fulfilled it. I need to make contact with him or look for his link to his online sailing log.

I should've stayed out longer or come back with fishing rod and tackle in hand but I had other commitments and time sure does fly by.

As I was leaving, I stood at the water's edge and saw a pieces of a broken sand dollars and other shells wash up. As I was reluctantly walking back to my truck, I heard Mother Ocean call again. I looked back one last time and snapped a mental picture. It is hard to leave her sometimes. I left feeling content knowing I'd be back again soon enough.