Ocean Blues

[garran]

I've been slightly cold all day, which is, considering recent weather, a remarkable novelty; whenever some part of me twitches with the feeling that I ought to close the door to my deck or put a sweater on, the bits that are relishing it drown it out. I feel like I can occasionally smell the sea on the breeze, and not just the sea but a sense of somewhere else, somewhere on the shore, with wind and rocks that you pick your way carefully through. Something heightened.

Sometimes I wonder if the world is just going to keep building into the numinous as I grow older, until I'm left wandering about with my mouth open, bereft of all power of description, breathing deep and occasionally, for no apparent reason, quietly beginning to cry.