At home with the sea

The tide pushes against my shins and my feet disappear into the sand. I’m anchored here now, against the sea, with sky, sun, moon, mountains. The water curls around me, tugging, saying You are part of this, too.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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5 Responses to At home with the sea

  1. This brings me instant tears. This is exactly Eric now.


  2. alesiablogs says:

    That is one of my favorite places to be.


  3. The sound of wind in the trees creates a similar sensation for me (especially since I live nowhere near an ocean). It’s the sensory reminder of a bigger connection – that we are part of the landscape.


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