Sometimes I forget how much I need to be by the sea. I live away from it, possibly intentionally. That fact makes the moments of encounter extraordinary and meaningful.

I look at the moon shimmering on the surface and I swim in a deep almost primal calm. Maybe the only time and place I feel a complete calm.

I am fully aware under the surface there is dirty water and sharks and the ocean is choking on plastic, and in just a century we have managed to break even this indomitable machine, but at the surface, that impossibly magnificent interface between air and water and moon shine, I find perfect calm.