Ocean Blues

I'm seated in the lounge. Comfortable chair this one, I think to myself. The kids are playing in the pool with a very loud woman on a PA system. Why would she be on a PA system. Its not like she wants all of us here to "swim faster, swim faster and now blow the balloon". The pool is really not that big and she sounds like that girl for the Wedding Show.... unmistakably irritating. But I'm not irritated....at least not as I should be. Adele is playing in the background. Hometown Glory. If she was a dude, I'd have serious crush on this girl. I already have a serious affair with her voice. I would cheat on the love of my life with that voice (you know I don't mean that literally)

There's something surreal about this day. Something quiet and undisturbed. The ocean is somewhere beyond the noisy girl and her kids blowing balloons. Some guys are fishing. They are gangly but look like they have more strength in those small muscles than anyone could ever imagine. They were built for this ocean. They were built to fish. They were built to feed.They were built for freedom.

If I had time, I would ask them for a ride. I'd like to go fishing. See what life is like in the ocean without the fanciness. With just the raw energy of the waves and the hard working sweat of these men. To experience that freedom. I think it would be awesome and different but mainly awesome. Very awesome. There's something brilliant about the waves as I sit here waiting for a ride that is too many hours too late. It's calming and easy. Like there are no worries in the world out there in the open waters. Like this powerful force couldn't harm a fly, let alone turn around whole nations.Like all you have to do is let go and let the tide take you where it will.

Amazing isn't it.

But there's work, there's family, there's responsibility, there's just stuff. Those waves may momentarily drown that weird girl screaming strange things at the pool but that's just it. It's only for a moment. As soon as the car shows up, and I open the front door to the rest of my life, I will have to forget the happily free fishermen, and the soothing waves and the kids who are a bit too excited to blow their balloons and I'll have to face my realities. A reality much further than the ocean can reach.

But for just this moment, this one moment, nothing else matters but this view. Nothing feels as right as this moment.