Thoughts Before Bed

I'm laying in bed, 500 feet from the Pacific Ocean. It's midnight, so I can't see it. But I can hear it, like the gentle rumble of air conditioning.

You read in books about the "Call to the Sea," the longing captains have to send themselves the unknown. It's very real, and I caught that bug the first time I ever saw the Pacific Ocean from here about ten years ago.

At that time, it was just a few minutes, staring into the forever waters at the end of the world. Now I've shared some extended time with that ocean, and that fascination has not waned. I feel there's something out there I want to see. Maybe something that would like to see me. And there's always the temptation to just walk into it, and swim as far as it will take me. Mostly I feel very small compared to the gigantic waves I see.

I love the ocean. I will need to visit this place again.