Sea sounds raging. A storm coming in from the south woke me this morning. From my bed I hear the ocean only when the waves are big and winds are blowing. The buoy bells ring the incoming surge. Something about a storm awakens the senses. Big winds cleanse the stale poluted air, blowing out the summer grunge and and ushering in a new season. Barometer falls and goose flesh rises on my neck and arms. Angry dark clouds add an erie presence and I am now in my element with our first good storm of the season. Twenty foot seas and 50 knot gusts. Do you know where I will be? Right at the edge of the sea - front row seat!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
A Blustery Day
Sea sounds raging. A storm coming in from the south woke me this morning. From my bed I hear the ocean only when the waves are big and winds are blowing. The buoy bells ring the incoming surge. Something about a storm awakens the senses. Big winds cleanse the stale poluted air, blowing out the summer grunge and and ushering in a new season. Barometer falls and goose flesh rises on my neck and arms. Angry dark clouds add an erie presence and I am now in my element with our first good storm of the season. Twenty foot seas and 50 knot gusts. Do you know where I will be? Right at the edge of the sea - front row seat!
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