Why we go back to the Sea (Seagrove 2015)
Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate,
Each year I think that perhaps the waves will feel just the same as before.
Like some familiar part of my life that has lost it’s mystery.
Like I will be lost for new emotion when the first gentle rise of the warm and azure sea covers my feet for the first time in months.
But I’ve learned that the sea is always new. Always a mystery.
Always a blessing in my life
Late one afternoon the wind rose and the color of the sky changed
and the clear water below turned to silver with foaming edges
where you three quietly fished with nets for small fish and shells, the frantic pace of the day having subsided into late afternoon peacefulness
your mother in the distance gazing down into the water searching for sand dollars and beautiful things.
And for a moment I stopped and let the strength of the tide rise in me and the coolness of the seabreeze carry me above it all to watch you four with the joy of something that’s always brand new and thrilling.
Thunder rolled far off shore
the wind swept away the heat of the day
for a moment
it all felt like something I’d never seen before.
That’s why we go back to the sea time and again.
I love you,
Daddy
Read more posts from our trips to 30A:
The Horizon Driftwood and Triathlon (from 2012)
Why we dream big by the Ocean (from 2012)
The Beach, Faith, and Inbetween (from 2014)