Sunday, August 15, 2010

graffiti

daily surf checks, the smell of salt water wafting in through bedroom windows,
bouys and fog, fishing boats fighting the out-going tide,
wave sounds filtering into dreams....
these things can't be bought, or bargained for...
life by the sea is a complete experience, the essence of surf.
each day my car gets a little rustier,
the surfboards get a little yellower
the walk to the beach feels more like home
the city life becomes more remote
... no more commuting
... no more time wasted on dreams unfulfilled
thread by thread i am woven into the nye beach tapestry:
ocean whales storms wind sun sand family tides agates nellyda

1 comment:

ranknovice said...

I really like your posts lately. Keeps me hankering for Oregon. See you soon.