I was just walking outside when I was suddenly overcome by a strange longing to be in a boat. Don't ask me why - boats have always been my dad's thing, not mine. But there was something about the way the mist is tonight - humid, but cool, with a small breeze that doesn't really come from anywhere in particular - that reminded me of boating on the Cape. At one point tonight I just looked up at the sky and was reminded of being out there on the ocean, with no sound but the water making contact with itself and the boat's hull. I think I was longing the quiet that boats usually coincide with. True sailors don't go out there for cocktails or to fish: they go just to be out there.
Not that I would really know, because I've never been loyal enough to the water to be a sailor. But maybe everyone wishes they were a sailor at heart, because I think we all want to be closer to the water than we are. Why shouldnt we? I'm certainly not a fan of being landlocked like this - I guess I don't notice until I'm hit with an urge like this, an urge to be with an unimaginable mass of water. It's humbling, just to be one person in all those waves.
To all the people out there who have their oceans - love them for the rest of us who don't.
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