Being alone on a boat at sea after a warm embrace on the quay carried with it the thrill of solitary freedom and possibility. I stood at the stern by the fluttering French flag watching Dinard fall away, then turned to Saint Malo with its central steeple poking out from the uniform mass of the town.
Tag Archives: Water and Sea
02
Mar
Mar
I am the last scuba diver on the dive boat. I look out to the horizon, where the gray sky meets the vast South Pacific Ocean. We’ve come a short ride from Matauri Bay in Northland New Zealand.
01
Sep
Sep
That last evening in Ireland, on the docks, our favorite aunt, Molly, and her husband, Bill, came to see us off, hugging us as we were about to board the ship.
23
Jun
Jun
All morning she and her brother had been begging to be allowed out but the childminder would only let them play in the garden. She said they were too young to go wandering around the village.
17
May
May
Somehow, in spite of everything, the rhythmic coughing of the motor had become reassuring. The children had fallen asleep
22
Mar
Mar
She had fallen asleep to the moonbeam lighting the darkened lake, threading a silver ribbon across her bedspread. Now it was daybreak and thirteen-year-old Lilly awakened to the trilling of the marsh wrens and the call of the loons,
14
Mar
Mar
I wonder how a writer would describe what I see while standing in the tall grass on cliff’s edge. The girl below, in the boat, would have a full paragraph devoted to her blonde strands twisting in the wind