Before I got here, I thought I would be able to write about this story as it was unfolding. Now, I'm not so sure. Instead, what keeps going through my mind is this line from an email I once received. It was from a merchant seaman.
"The longer I spent away from the sea-going community, the more I realize how hard I had gotten. How wounded I was by what I saw and heard. How damaged I was becoming. Still, when I dream, I dream of the sea."
That's what keeps going through my head this morning. "When I dream, I dream of the sea." That's what I thought, upon waking from dreaming.
