In response to a daily post challenge:
“I want to go to the ocean, and stick my feet in the water, remember I’m part of something bigger than what I see right now.” Beach, hands down. I love the mountains and being in a forest but being near the ocean is healing for me. I love the sights, the sounds, the smells and the ideas of what lies beneath.
Looking out over the water and seeing ships in the distance, looking up and down the beach seeing the crowds of people or, at my favorite beaches, seeing nothing but dunes and shore life. I close my eyes; I can hear the waves of course, keeping rhythm in a hypnotic way, the seabirds laughing in joy, the wind blowing past my ears. I really love the smells of the ocean, salt air, vendors, and sunscreen.
Some of my best memories were made at the ocean. I have had the great fortune of playing in both coastal bodies of water. I have also dipped toes in the Gulf of Mexico, the North Sea, The Kattegat and the Skagerrak. At the northern tip of Denmark, The Kattegat and the Skagerrak crash into each other making huge water haystacks, changing the way I look at oceans and seas forever. Two mighty forces fighting over turf.
Body surfing in the Pacific, which surprised me with its coldness, has waves much bigger than the ones I remember from the Atlantic as I was growing up. The coastline is so strikingly different too. I never thought I would love an ocean more than the Atlantic but with each new body of water I meet, I realize, with oceans, I am undeniably polyamorous. I want to live by them all!
Now, as to the other two, I thoroughly enjoy the mountains and can really relax walking through the woods. I went to college in the Shenandoah Valley in Virginia. To the west, the Blue Ridge Mountains, and to the East, The Shenandoah Mountains. I would often drive either direction just to be in the mountains. One of the things I genuinely miss living here in Milwaukee is looking at the horizon and seeing mountains. When I first moved here, I was amazed at how far away the horizon actually was. The argument that the world is flat truly could reemerge here. Thank goodness there are decent forests here…and a great lake which the natives think is as big as an ocean, but I know if I squint hard enough on a clear day, I could probably see Michigan.
So I am in the middle of the country, 892 miles from the Atlantic and 2187 miles from the Pacific Ocean. I get homesick often. I want to go to the ocean. I guess I’ll settle for a walk by the lake.