Emily Dickenson once wrote:
I never saw the moor,
I never saw the sea:
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.
When I would recite that, it was unfathomable to me that someone should have never smelled the salty, briny air of a coastline or not have heard the rush and crash of waves upon the shore.
I am completely enamored with the ocean and her offerings. I am simply grateful to live close to these waters.
~ A day at El Matador Beach this past December.