When I smell the fresh sea air of home, I know I’m in the place where I belong. Fresh sea air brings visions of beaches I would go to as a child and young adult. I can see the sea gulls hovering, waiting for a chance to grab a chip or cracker. I can feel the soft, warm sand on my feet, waiting to be fashioned into a castle or perhaps a town. And always the surf is rolling in and out, threatening the castle or town with destruction.

I always love the feel of the cold ocean water. It is invigorating and makes me feel alive. When I go into the ocean, I allow my body to go numb. Then I can stay in the water for a long time, body surfing the waves.

I also love climbing the rocks, staring into the little pools made by the waves at high tide that have clams and barnacles living in them. I love staring out to the horizon. Staring out to its vastness makes my problems seem small and insignificant. They don’t amount to a lot in the face of all the huge problems the world is facing.

On our first wedding anniversary my husband and I were supposed to go on a daylong sail on Casco Bay. Unfortunately the rain poured that day and we didn’t get to go. I’ve always wanted to do that. Sailing for a day on Casco Bay is on my bucket list.

Perhaps living in a town close to the sea is part of who I am as a person. I need to be able to smell that fresh sea air. I need to be able to see those sea gulls flying overhead. I need to know that the ocean is not too far away.


~Cathy Lynch

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