Beneath a milky pearl
For those who live away from this, it may be hard to picture the open ocean at night as a place of solace. With underlying currents and precious little hope of salvation, it's understandable people are confused by my claim. But deep
into the evening, when the only natural night is reflected
like a milky pearl in the murky waters a veil is lifted.
Where as upon dry land, all manner of thoughts serve to
distract upon the water it is remarkably different. Life is distilled significantly,
hauling in lobster pots becomes all important other
wise pressing issues are relegated, into mere trivialities.
The distant shimmer of porch lights serves to subtly remind
of why exactly, your alone in a boat three hundred meters
atleast out to sea. In my opinion atleast there is has been
no conflict of interest so great it could not find an
amicable conclusion after a period spent discussing it upon
the silent ocean.
It is always worth keeping in mind,
exactly how liable to change the scene is. When viewed from
afar on wind smeared winter evenings, from the comfort of a living
living room with loved one it's beauty laid bare for all to appreciate,
it's potential for malice concealed.
As swallows swoop skyward, and the temperature creeps ever higher
the green August fields feel
furthest, from the diminished days of winter.
For me atleast this highlights well how much things are liable to
change given time. In life as well as nature nothing is set in stone,
for even mountains overtime will retract or rise albeit far to slowly for us
mere mortals to truly appreciate. This is always best bared in mind when faced with
great adversity or personal heartache, that eventually even though
it may seem implausible things will change.
I have often heard from all manner of
people that they are envious of us, those whom make a
living from the ocean. Although I've always thought there romantic
image holds far more allure than reality, which at times
can be far worse than a busy day at the office.
I've heard before how those with jobs relating to the land,
seem a little more at peace with it all.
More willing to understand maybe
this has always always made me think
Clearly those who say such have spent little time with nature,
Or just not long enough to appreciate the subtle changes which slip landscapes new seasons. The first arrival of seasonal visitors, they
do not smile secretly at the sight of springs first solitary
swallow, arrived from deepest Kenya.
something is better than nothing, I made a promise to myself that I'm gonna write more