A couple of weeks back I went to Maine to visit friends.
We took the ferry out to Peak's Island. There is something about the salt water that moves me. I stood on the boat in the deep fog and felt ancient, as if I had at one time inhabited someone else's bones. Someone who lived on the water. Someone with brown salt crusted skin, eyes half opened, seamed faced. Someone who was me or not....
I am not a great believer in things unseen...but I was moved.
2 comments:
Interesting feeling. Half way between creeping and attracting.
I don't actually believe in this feeling. I think it is something my brain gives me because I so long to be connected to the ocean.
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