Spend more time near the ocean

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
-John Edward Masefield

My beloved sister and I fly to Florida to spend the Holidays with our much loved parental units. (June & Ward)

We will be right on the water at our parents house. Shirks Bayou right off of Chocktahatchee Bay. It is close to an area of beautiful powder white sand beaches.
Just a bit up the way is Appalachicola. We will enjoy mucho raw oysters, or just me anyway… Jenny doesn’t much care for the raw oysters bit.

It has been many, many years since Jenny and I shared Christmas with Mom & Dad. I don’t really want or need anything, but just to be together.

THAT IS THE TRUE MEANING OF THE HOLIDAYS.

Word up.
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Wendy

Bare feet caressed by the sand
Where the ocean and the waves meet the land
The wind is blowing through my hair
Taking with it every single daily care
Noone else is on the beach
And I feel as if for heaven I can reach
I lay down at the edge of the sea
And let the waves gently wash over me
A sensuous touch like a lover’s caress
Carrying away the last bit of stress
Total abandonment to the moment I am in
Seduction by the ocean , and I give in
Wild waves , untamable sea
You have cast your spell upon me
Powerful waves crash into me over and over again
To be followed by others gentle as rain
I relent and give in to the sea
For a few moments I am exactly where I want to be

I think it’s something primal… Way back from when we crawled out of it.

I guess it’s not so weird that back in college I did a paper in my creative writing class about this very subject. (A-, thank you very much!)

For me… The ocean is a supremely relaxing place. The rhythm of the waves. The smell of the saltwater in the air. The cry of shore birds. The looking for flotsam and jetsam that has washed along the shore… The feel of the ocean breeze on your face.

Dang it! Why did I write this? Now I feel like making a trip to somewhere by the ocean. Soon! Soon!