Watching saves go by being on land or sand is sometimes the hardest.
The breeze from the sea becomes the wind inland.
The song of Seagulls become a squake or xquale .
The mist of the sea or ocean ‘on land became a hazy fog.
A two bedroom with Gally at sea is a modest home.
On land it is never docked to board since years gone by.
First a studio then a one bedroom shared .
Then a one bedroom in another location with a weak roof.
Then a room with no heat or ac .
AC is free out on the sea. The sun and mist kiss your body caress your face and cools you all over.
It breathes life into your lungs and gives you a reason to pray if you never had one .
A two bedroom with Gally .
Come to me not on the Deleware but on the Potomac river in Georgetown I long for you.