Reaching for the sea

I thought of all of the things that could be done, the fires to be put out, the chores and business of the day. I looked out at the cloudless, blue September sky, the bright welcoming warmth still in its touch. I though of the shortening days, the lengthening nights, and the long months of winter ahead. I thought of these things and felt every fiber of my being yearn for the sea, and the sand, and the sound of the waves, and I left my cares behind. I grasped the chance to wrap myself in the moment. Looking out now across the white, snowy expanse, chilled and frosty in the evening air, I close my eyes and reach through my memories for the sea.