feeling particularly landlocked today

If I suddenly had a splash of extra cash I would disappear for a weekend.

I would fly to where I could hear the crash of surf on rock; smell the salt in the air, the slightly stale smells of life and death that combine in tide pools to smell of stagnance. I would run along the shore, splashing my feet, deeper and deeper until I simply fell backwards into the water and floated away with the tide. For a little while at least.

Would I go there, to my familiar coast and drag you out to sit on those rocks with me? You enjoyed it there that last time. I think it surprised you. (although I think it’s probably a subdivision now – with that road they were making and the lots measured off.) I would show you the other place where the world is sheltered by the rocks...where all you see is the blue of the sky and the ocean and all you feel is the warmth of the sun... no one can see you there, the wind can't even touch you - only the salt spray finds you... every seventh wave.

God I love that place.

Or would I head the other way, to the coast I’ve never seen, and find a rock of my own to sit on, a place I’ve never been but with the familiarity of waves, surf and sand?

Maybe I could find a boat and leave the land behind completely.

Maybe I could find a pod of whales to follow for a time.

...or maybe a mermaid.