To the Bay
As I sit here after a good evening in an inland state of mine, I notice that the moon is faint through the window and the air is so still in the spring time movement of the evening hours. I stop to think of the changes going on in the little cabin that we call home, "The Cabin in the Pines."
And I think to myself, what is the one thing that resonates in our minds and souls, separately and collectively? It is the Bay's ever drawing pull, the pull that takes us away from the movement of routine and forward thinking, the pull transcends over all else for the moment. "Let's go to the Bay!" Those words, that wish is timeless and forever us.
We have to see the Bay, the horizon, the sun dancing on the water, the barges moving about, the big boats taking charge, their wakes ripping the shoreline. The Bay, the one thing drawing us all, souls, mind and heart, spirts holding hands for the comfort, the reunion, the connection of something we all hold separately yet united in the heart and in the mind and the view. It is a momentary cleansing and it stays with us when we depart, calling us back to the Bay, to see and accept the need.
