I confess that I am deeply in love with the sea. The tides pull on
me in the same way that the moon pulls on them. I have a clock in
my house that tells me when the tide is flooding or ebbing. I look
at it constantly. Tomorrow morning I will be back at the water's
edge - watching sunrise and high tide combined. What a glorious
combination.
There is no reason for my addiction that I can offer as an
explanation. Perhaps it is the power and the fury of a storm that
enchants me. Perhaps it is the deep dark beauty. Perhaps it is the
restless nature of the sea, constantly moving like a forgotten
warrior searching for his one true love. Whatever the reason, it
has a hold on me and I cannot tear myself free, nor do I want to.