A day just for me ....driving to the sea.

"One of these days" , I keep saying , I'm going to take a day just for me , maybe two or three ! When I do , I'm going to go down to the sea , maybe a small town in Maine and definitely on the coast , The first thing I'm going to do is not feel guilty about it ,.... yea right ! Once I'm settled in for the stay , I will go to the local pier and get my first view of the tides , of course I'll have my camera , my note pad and my sunglasses .

I will have no agenda what-so-ever , I will just wander and I will watch as the fishing boats slide in and out of the harbor , and the yellow jacketed fishermen make ready their catches of the day , I will stand at the bow of those that are tied to the piers and watch as the rolling wakes of those passing boats lift gently on the lines as the waves approach the piers , lifting the resting boats up and down , as the dock bumpers made from old tires squeak against the creosoted pier itself. The beautiful sun will reflect off from the windshields of the shifting boats and light up the reflections on the weather beaten , rough pine boarded walls of the shacks that set on the working piers . I have secretly always loved the working piers , maybe because I come from a working class of people , maybe it's because those very people that I did come from , were of the very sea itself.

Maybe I will see the resemblance of my people in the Scots-Irish fishermen and women of the small fishing village . As I wander about , I will become hungry for the fish maybe the white flaky haddock fillets , or maybe the deep fried big round sea scallops and French fries , or the white milky and thickened seafood chowders , I will sit outside at a picnic table and eat very slowly ,savoring the sweet morsels of the sea itself wondering how in the world my family ever left the shoreline and this idyllic lifestyle for the northern mountain valleys that I now call home , I know that as I sit there and relax , I will lose all track of time too , the seagulls will hover over the returning work boats squalling squealing and fighting each other for the remains of the day.

As the big sun sinks below the usual evening half-foggy cloud bank rolling in like the tides themselves , I will watch that sun hover over the islands as it dips all too quickly below that curve of a horizon . One by one the lights , the street lights , the house and the barn lights , the lights of the piers and the distant boats on the horizon ,will slowly blink themselves awake to stand guard over another evening , of course I will have to bring a jacket because at the northern coastline these same sea- winds slowly bring in a cool drifting air , a gift of the tides themselves. I may just sit there long after the sun goes down and listen to the same sounds without seeing where they now come from .

When I have finally had enough , I will return to my room and open the window , just so that I can still hear the distant fog-horns , the bells on the marker buoys out near the shoals and the sea gulls . I will fall asleep tired and yet rested as well , so much that I will just lay there in a half sleep , somewhere between a dream world and a state of awake , and I will still listen , I will still listen until it all becomes some part of my sub-conscience , Oh and I will rise from time to time to write things down , one or two lines at a time , the way that I do when I want to remember something , some though or rhyme , some vision of the day or of the night , so that when I return to this real world . I will have a thousand more memories to write about , or to simply ponder over from time to time .

"Yes , one of these days !"

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vocalcoach 2 years ago from Nashville Tn.

What talent! This is so descriptive through your choice of words. I could actually hear the fog horns and smell the ocean. I do hope you will make "one of these days' happen very soon. Okay?

Big hugs ~ Audrey


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always exploring 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

Taking a break from daily routine's sounds like a fun thing to do. Enjoy the sea Ed...


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Eiddwen 2 years ago from Wales

Wonderful moments so obvious in this great read. Great work and enjoy your weekend Ed.

Eddy.


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ahorseback 2 years ago Author

Audrey , thank you dear , God I miss those days !....:-}

Ruby , I sure wish ! maybe someday again !.....ox

Eddy , Hi, have you been to the sea lately !....Thank you ladies so much !


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Phyllis Doyle 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

Ed, these are wonderful and very vivid thoughts on your day at the sea. My brother and I go down to the coast once a year to spend the day on the pier fishing, watching the boats, seals, dolphins -- just enjoying the sea smells and sounds. Thank you for writing this piece, it is very well done.


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BlossomSB 2 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Dreams are bliss. I often think about where I'd like to go and then don't because there are so many other things that need to be done, and I retired years ago! Maybe after your lovely suggestion I'll really do something!


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ahorseback 2 years ago Author

Phyllis , Go to the sea more , take me with you guys !...Pweease !


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Marie Flint 2 years ago from Jacksonville, FL

the picture of the antique car is great!


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Phyllis Doyle 2 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

Haha, Ed, if you were here it would be fun to drive down to the sea with you. It is about a five hour drive from here. When we get to the summit of the mountain, just above the ocean, we roll down the car windows, because that first scent of the sea is heavenly and so fresh. We can sit on the pier, get some fried clam strips and fries, hot coffee and just enjoy the day. I can hear the seagulls and seals now.


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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

Great piece of descriptive prose Ed. I spent a lot of my childhood and teenage years near the sea, and I too get nostalgic. The mere smell of the sea and the salt air bring back wonderful memories. Now I am four hours away and rarely get there. I enjoyed the read. Voted up.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

I'd love to go with you. It sounds like a very peaceful and lovely journey. Enjoyed this lots I could just picture it all. Hugs.

P.S. change some though or rhyme - some thought or rhyme

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