Just outside the break, where wave after wave rolls up and crests before flattening out and leaving a calm trough of sea water, sea lions poke their noses up and out, gasp fresh air and plung back down in search of their next morsel.
The waves roll in continuously, effortlessly, generally in the same pattern, making the same sound. The sea lions surface again and again, mirroring the rhythm and the rhyme of the waves and water. They’re here today and were yesterday, same with the gulls cruising along the cliffs that rise above the beach and same with the pelicans skimming just above the curl of the waves, so close the tips of their wings graze the face of the waves before they break. Far beyond the break, where the sea ebbs and flows and lifts and lowers the few fishing boats plying the coastal water, the ocean spreads in infinite directions, settles into a vast slick calm surface extending to the horizon.
What lies beyond and beneath has forever captured imaginations and fueled dreams and still does. The only question is can it last?
Beautiful! Thank you
I feel like I am right there. I can even smell it!