~ Far out past the breakers a group of sea otters roll and play in kelp beds. nearby seafaring ducks and gulls frantic for scrap dive and squawk splashing and throwing a sardine fit. I stand upon the shore wishing to participate but the cold of the Oregon Pacific keeps me safe and warm on the beach. Still, I find myself imagining a streamlined body riding currents and waves a natural surfer never needing a leash or wetsuit. The sun lowers and changes the patterns shadows play between whitecaps and I no longer can see shiny heads pop through the surface scan for friends or food and duck again beneath the waves where I can only imagine what is happening. /