Friday, May 15, 2009
I draw in a breath and hold it. The smell of the ocean permeates every cell. Overhead, the seagulls circle in unique patterns. Down the way one can see him sitting there on the sea wall....a man in ragged clothes. He stares out into many worlds.....worlds within himself.
As the drawbridge raises, the sound of a tugboat takes predominance over the lull of traffic behind me. The horn sounds harsh against the stillness.
Patches of whitecaps slide across the sugar white sand. Seashells cover the sandbar as far as the eye can see. A young couple walks out on the fishing pier. I wonder of their world.
The sand clings to my bare feet as I stroll toward the man that stares into his own ragged spots. I draw in another deep breath of sea air as the seagulls swoop down for their hunt. I, too, keep hunting.......