I’ve always loved an ocean view. It was always there as I was growing up. The pounding surf of the Bay of Fundy was my lullaby. The wind always blew, the waves always caressed the rocky shore, and that was the basis of my world. Once I grew up and tackled life I found myself away from the comforting view and lullaby
I spent some time on the Great Plains, but longed for the coast so I moved on to the west coast of North America. In all my travels I have always settled somewhere near the ocean. Perhaps not close enough to see it from my windows, but close enough to get there if I needed a fix.
Sometimes I have been close to the sea. While living in St. Anthony we were able to see the harbour from the back deck. One bright sunny day K and I sat having coffee on the deck while watching the whales frolic in the shallow waters of the harbour. Ice bergs were also very close by every spring.
These days I live on a small island in the huge bay just off a bigger island. This morning I took the dogs out for a walk through the fields. The sky was dark and cloudy, but in the distance, across the bay, I could see the sun shining on the towns over there. It was a beautiful sight and I stopped for some time just to take it all in.
How about you? Do any of you have an ocean view? What can you see from your back deck?
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