"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible." ~ T. E. Lawrence
I love living by the sea. There’s something invigorating and inspiring about it. And the beauty of it is that you can travel the world but all those seas and oceans are connected. Wherever you go it may look a little different, but I love that it’s really just varying shades of blue. In some of the places I’ve traveled to, I felt particular moods from watching those seas; morose and moody, wild and playful, each place and body of water had an aspect that made it unique and unforgettable.
When I lived on an island in the Bering Sea, the ocean was so dark, frigid, almost angry, and often churning and crashing with grays and dark blues. During the williwaw storms the sea was like a living creature, a seething maelstrom, inspiring awe with it’s vastness and power. And in the still moments, it reminded me of a sleeping giant.
Living in the Pacific Northwest now, Puget Sound and the Washington Coast have taken on a new persona, chill and moody, ranging from brilliant cobalt to murky green. The briny depths hide a plethora of life and busyness, a secret only shared with those who slow down to watch. Waves will gently lap the rocky shores when the sun shines happily but the rains can bring howling winds to whip the seaspray about.
And the waves of the Mediterranean in Greece were warm and gentle, a brilliant and inviting hue. It brought coolness to the hot day with refreshing breezes and welcomed the weary traveler to drink in the restful views.
The Baltic Sea was still, placid but cold. Alive and docile, beautiful but with a sense of melancholy gloom.
And the waves of Hawaii? My favorite pastime was to walk the sandy beaches just as the the sun crested the Mauna Kahalawai (West Maui Mountains). The water was warm and the waves were strong as they crashed in a flurry of foam. Grainy sand was lively pushed to and fro by the sea and it reached out it’s salty tendrils to caress my toes. Luminous hues of turquoise played out against the horizon as the sun’s radiant beams reached out. At once playful and powerful, the ocean reached out invitingly.
Of all the time I’ve spent near the sea, I can’t choose a preferred place, a favorite emotion evoked. Each has a beauty unlike the rest. My time in the warm waters of Maui was wonderful and it’s the most on my heart at the moment. But anywhere, so long as it’s near the sea, is good to call my home.