Borderlands

Spent some time at the beach, Virginia Beach to be exact, not long ago.  Had a time share condo nuzzled right up to the breakers, 10th floor, and although I grew up a block and a half from the ocean there, I'd never perched so, overlooking.  At night the F-18s come back to base from the carriers off the coast, under the rim, out of sight,  a rising torch exploding into thunder, one after the other, exactly two minutes apart.  At dawn the pelicans surf the rising spray just off the crest of the wave, wingtip scraping, as it collapses down into foam.  Ospreys dive.  Dolphins nose about for the silver fishes that group back and forth in the gathering swell.

Went to see Dad.  93 years the man has walked this earth, or rolled- his new 2000$ chair stops on a dime- literally at times.  Yeah, he's that tight. 

But he's a good man, waiting for one big wave to come and take him out, take him home.  Sitting, sitting, memories sweeping in and out, a sea to themselves.  Not quite here, still not there, like most of us, but sharpened down, close to the eraser, feeling the nub of this life, rubbing rough.

An analogy is like....................uh.........................I don't know.  The sea, the sky.  On the beach all the elements glow, pristine- sun, ocean, sand, breeze and big space................

And here we are, all of us together.