#3 Salty Air

I can taste the salt in the air, even though I'm thousands of feet away from the water.  The blues of the ocean sing to me, telling a story that seems so close to my reality.  The water wants to be freed from the depths of sand.  With every wave that breaks onto the shore, it yearns to continue forward.  Every time it is pulled back down into the rush of sand and rocks, away from opportunity.  This is where I come when I need to get away from people, work, or just life.  I feel secure here although I'm a few stories above the ground.  I know no one can reach me and I cannot see anyone.  I forget that I am not the only one living on this Earth.  I occasionally wish I was the only one living here, light-years away from anyone who would ever judge what they see in me.  How would I miss people if I had never felt connected to any of them?  All I see, taste, hear, and smell is the water brushing onto the shore, the leaves bristling against each other, the wind calling my name.  My surroundings are my acquaintances and they are all I need here.  I can sit on the ledge and know that the wind will be blowing my hair back, making sure that I won't become unsteady in the wrong direction.  The humidity rising from the water keeps my lips moist and my eyes bright.  I am content now, but I know I must return to reality and reality must return to me.  Life.