Crashing Waves

Today I was able to enjoy a break between shifts. Time to check on the pets as Dad asked and stop at the bank, which was closed. Finally I wound up at Ned's Point, stepped out of my car and traversed the rocks to find the perfect spot. A spot hidden from the cars circling the lighthouse and the boys splashing in the waves. Carrying a few creature comforts (iced coffee from Uncle Jon's which I didn't sweeten enough, a book, and my phone cruelly set to alert me when my break was over) I nestled into a comfortable, cool crag. The instant I sat down, the modern world shut off. I couldn't hear the cars or see other people. I could only hear the slapping of the waves against the rocks and the squawks of the hungry seagulls overhead. The steady breeze dusted the sun off my skin. Before me, sailboats skimmed the water with full sails, some proudly raising spinnakers as if to fly across the bay. It suddenly seemed ridiculous that I even bothered bringing a book with me. I spent an hour simply watching the world and letting my mind wander. What if I weren't able to enjoy this? What if I could sail away? Where would I go? What would I do? What if you were with me?

It's unfortunate that people don't take the time to watch the world.