I’ve always wanted to write about the sea, but I just don’t have the sea in my blood. At least I don’t have it in a large enough quantity where there is real passion. I remember going to the sea as a child. We’d take day trips to the “Shore” as we called it back east. I swam and body surfed. I’ve tasted the salt water and got sand and shells in my bathing suit.
I’ve seen the ocean from several the East Coast states that have a coast line from Maine to Florida. I’ve experienced the Pacific Ocean on the West Coast; California, Oregon, Washington and Canada. I’ve snorkeled off three Hawaiian Islands. I’ve seen white, black and green sand beaches. I’ve flown several times over the vastness of the Pacific from an altitude where one cans till see the foam of the waves breaking below.
I am fascinated by the ocean, but I just don’t have a strong passion for it. I would love to be out on the middle of the ocean on a starry night. I’d love to travel through a gyre. I’d love to experience St. Elmo’s Fire. I’d love to see flying fish and I’m sure there are so many remarkable things out there to write about. However the reality is that I will probably never go on a cruise. I’ll never be in the Navy and I’ll never work on an ocean going vessel. I probably have as much chance visiting the Kuiper Belt than I have of crossing the surface of the sea.
I suppose I better stick to writing about the things I know.