Friday, April 19, 2013
Friday Calm: At the End of the Dock
I watch the ferries stitching back and forth across the water from Seattle, remembering when I have been on them. When I've been on my way to Bainbridge Island or the San Juans, or to well-loved Victoria, in company or alone.
The ferry docks here are not so idyllic as that above, but they are gateways nonetheless to adventure, to aqueous dreams unreeling, drifting free. Dreams with a deep green heart, persistent as the Amazon, as those Canadian fjords with oysters in their depths and days beyond recall.
Let me drift there, leaving the dock for uncharted waters, for crossings lost to time.
image: Yehuda Edri