May
31st
Sat
31st
Sitting here in my little boat afloat the inky New York skyline, I’m often thinking of the beach and a big blue sky and water and tides and moving on, and I think of my grandfather, who was a shipwright, and my great-grandfather, who was in the Navy, and wonder if this seafaring is in my blood, even if I’m asail on a different kind of sea.
My dad was in the navy. My mother’s people come from coastal regions. I never feel more at home or more fully alive then when I am breathing the salt air of the sea.
I sometimes wonder if my veins flow with saltwater instead of blood.