Sea Fever
Ever since early Sunday morning when I watched the gray dawn breaking, I've been thinking about John Masefield's poem, Sea Fever. I've just come in from a walk along the water's edge and I thought about the poem a lot. I love those words with the cadence, "the wheel's kick, and the wind's song, and the white sails shaking." And, "the gull's way, and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife." Ed and I decided that we wouldn't really like to out for a walk when the wind's like a whetted knife.
Ed and I walked on the hard sand at the water's edge. The wind has picked up considerably this late afternoon and it was almost high tide. The water came far up on the beach every so often. Ed always jumped out of the way in time to not get wet, but twice, I wasn't paying attention and got my feet wet.
I was wearing sandals so it didn't really matter that my feet were wet but it made my feet feel slippery in the sandals. So, I took off my sandals and walked deeper into the water's edge. It was wonderful. When the big waves came, I got wet up to my knees and it felt great. The water here is really warm. I should have put on my swim suit and let myself get really wet. Maybe next time.
Any way, "the blown spume and the flung spray," I loved it. And when I came indoors again, I had to get out of my wet things.
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