Missing waves and the sound of Seagulls

I grew up not far from the ocean in northern New England. I think whatever lays near you as you grow up is what stays close to your heart. I miss the lapping sounds of the ocean. I miss the squawking sounds of the seagulls. I miss those sounds overtaking all other sounds that surround me. I miss salty air. I miss the way the dawning light lays on the rippling water, I miss the way the moon reflects down and shines over us, providing nighttime light, just enough to see where we stand or sit or walk. I love knowing that I will pass one day but the beach and ocean will still be here, lapping, waving and reflecting the moon and sun all to the music of┬áthe gulls above. Nothing helps my aching heart more than the sight of New England’s water edges.

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