Oceans edge

     Standing at lands end and the oceans beginning puts me closer to where I need to be. With each small incoming end of a wave, I inch a bit further towards my final resting place. Some of my happiest times were spent sailing the oceans of the world. The sheer vastness of the waters a beckoning from the deep to be a part of for eternity. There is peace upon the blue waters of the sea as all visions of land are swallowed up by hundreds of miles of a different world. The air is pure and fills your lungs with a life-changing cleanse that can’t be found anywhere else.

     Night on the water gives you the undisputed best light show there ever could be. Stars by the thousands seem to reach out for your touch and dazzle you with shooting pieces of light faster than you could possibly imagine. If you are lucky, you will see dolphins covered with phosphorus jetting through the water like taillights at rush hour. The mysteries of the deep never die but repeat themselves to all new sailors, listening to the old salts tell of Davy Jones locker and the cries of mermaids as they search for love. You are born to be at sea because you heard the cries and felt the presence of sailors buried in the deep.

     Now my sea legs teeter between sand and saltwater as I stand looking out to the wonder of all the lady has given to me. Someday soon she will call me home, and I will swim with the mermaids and play with the dolphins. I will be the tale of an old salt and the hero of a young sailor. I will be home.

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