January : A Wild and Lovely Story of the Sea
I've spent most of my life within eyesight of one ocean or another, and I can't imagine being without it. How does anyone breathe air that is not salted and damp and full of moon dreaming? I was a fisherman's daughter; I've lived on boats and islands, beaches and estuaries. I am surrounded by sea-people who have windswept smiles and sea-bashed feet. Even so, it remains foreign territory to me. I don't speak sea-language. All too often someone will point out to me a current or the shift of the wind, and I'll stare blankly at what seems like just water to me.
Thank you for this year's conversations. I appreciate your company so much.