Starving Artist Ink.

Today I crave the ocean. Not just THE ocean-but my ocean…My Pacific. My heart is heavy for it.

I crave to smell the salty air, to let the crisp coolness numb my face. To let my fingers dance in shallow tide pools, a peek into a secret treasure filled world…

We used to load up into the jeep, blankets and rainboots packed. Heading to the coast in the early hours-to beat the seagulls to the newest sanddollars the ocean just brought in… The cold wind chapping our faces, the rough water swelling high. Grey clouds looming over head and lightning in the far distance. Honestly, the most beautiful and peaceful places I have ever known…

I crave to go back to that little motel at the dock, where the tug boats pull in with loud horns into the night. Where the bridges raise up and lights flash. Where the fog hovers close to the earth until the sun finally chases it away…