Staring out a window from a dark room with city lights outlining the town below and the distant peninsula. Again. Just being, just being contemplative. Looking out at the whole wide world while I try to see inside.
My Senses
Inhaling the Sea–Missing the Moment
I walked out onto my deck and inhaled the sea air—the saltiness, the vague fishiness. I was there that moment to savor it, but instead I was overwhelmed by grief. In 2 weeks I would no longer live in this treasured house and my sorrow for that 2 weeks hence me broke my heart. 20 years later, my memory is of sadness, not of a sweet smile that could have lingered if I had merely taken a seat on my deck and contentedly inhaled the sea air—the saltiness, the vague fishiness.
Wood Wind & Water 