Take to the Sea.

"Whenever it is a damp,
 drizzly November in my soul, 
or when I find myself following every funeral I see, 
and especially when I feel like stepping into the street and knocking people’s hats off--
then I know it is high time to get to sea as soon as I can."
-Moby Dick 


Herman Melville said it best. 
It's time to take to the sea. 


I don't know what it is that makes me love the sea as much as I do.


Maybe it's the smell. 
The crisp salt air smell. 
The scent that immediately fills you with peace.


Maybe it's the sounds. 
The calm crashing of the waves.
Knowing that no matter what, that sound is always going to be there.
Or the seagulls crowing. 
The strange, sometimes overwhelming but soothing sound.


Maybe it's the sights.
Seeing the sky and sea meet. 
Watching the fish and birds live. 
Seeing the clouds change their shapes.


Maybe it's what you feel. 
Feeling the sun come and go as you watch it rise and set.
The cool sand on your feet as you walk along the shore.
The light breeze that brushes through your hair.


Maybe it's just the sea itself.
Looking out at something so vast and mighty. 
Realizing that compared to its grandeur you are something so small and powerless.


Thinking back to it's Creator.
And then feeling smaller and even more powerless.
Feeling that small and powerless brings great comfort. 
Whatever life brings is not so vast and great as the sea.
And it doesn't compare to the Creator. 


So it's high time I take to the sea.