a change from the sights here
Watching The Breakfast Club at the Mahaiwe was great this evening; nothing beats seeing a movie in a majestic old theater! Well, maybe sitting by the ocean beats that; change of pace tomorrow when I head southeast to the Hammonasset Beach and State Park at the Connecticut seashore. I am looking forward to napping like a cat in the sun and reading near the sound of waves; summer feelings and sounds. The ocean led me once again to Uncle Walt.
"The world below the brine"
"The world below the brine
Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves, Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the
thick tangle openings, and pink turf, Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the play of light
through the water, Dumb swimmers there among the rocks, coral, gluten, grass, rushes, and the
aliment of the swimmers, Sluggish existences grazing there suspended, or slowly crawling close to the
bottom, The sperm-whale at the surface blowing air and spray, or disporting with his
flukes, The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy sea-leopard, and the sting-ray, Passions there, wars, pursuits, tribes, sight in those ocean-depths, breathing that
thick-breathing air, as so many do, The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed by beings like
us who walk this sphere,
~ Walt Whitman