Ocean Journey

I woke up today with only one real mission: get to the ocean. “Ocean? Don’t you live in the city, you silly girl?” Why yes, I do live in the city, but I also live on the shore. I can see Long Island Sound from my apartment window!

See?

I’d driven by it before, I’d looked at it, I’d just never walked to it. So why not today? It was a warm (34 degrees ha!) and sunny Spring day here in New Haven and I had nothing to do but whatever I wanted. How great is that?! So, I bundled myself up, grabbed my iPod, camera, Ray-Bans and set out on my mission; dodging homeless people, crack dealers, power walking under sketchy bridges, across busy roads and around the occasional pile of who-knows-what laying on the sidewalk.  It only took about 30 minutes and the Glee cast more than happily sang those minutes away- auto tune and all.

 

There was the cutest lady there feeding about thirty seagulls with stale hot dog buns while her husband fixed their flat tire. Each time she threw a bread chunk into the air there was a mixture of sheer joy and immense fear while birds catapulted towards her. I understand that fear, honey. Birds are scary. Especially seagulls- those buggers have NO fear.

I apparently only have a fear of birds when they’re violating me in my apartment and pooping on my things though. Understandable, no?

After finding my way through the bird maze I walked to the end of the pier and took time to enjoy the water. It’s crazy how therapeutic the ocean can be. My grandparents lived in a small fishing town in England and my mother said that when her dad was in his last days he used to just in front of the water. Somehow it made his pain hurt a little less. I never met Grandpa Reg, but I think of him whenever I stare out at the ocean.

“When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke


Well this post took a turn for the sentimental! Oh well, it’s my blog and I can write whatever I want, right?

 

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