We’re scared of waves slinking up the shore, with each salty breath gasping and spitting foam …
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We’re scared of waves slinking up the shore, with each salty breath gasping and spitting foam …
I think the world must have stopped hurtling recklessly through space.
On my first time down as a certified scuba diver, I marveled over an extraordinarily large manta ray with its twenty-five-foot-wide wings until it aimed for me head on, its broad mouth open.
While surfing the web I came across a painting titled Island of Shells. It reminded me of Barbados, my birth island.
I have been afraid of water since I was six.
As I stood at shore’s edge along the coast of Newfoundland, taking photos of an island in choppy seas, the wind blew my hat off my head.
I drive the coast road through my childhood and teenage years. When I reach the spot where I’m the one who makes the decisions, I pull over for a moment.
Mugs slide around cabinets with the ship’s roll, yaw, pitch.
The captain was keen to any aberration of motion or sound that indicated something amiss in the rough seas. No rest until we crossed the Strait of Georgia …