Wish You Were Here

I expect too much from the ocean. Its surface, after all, surely implies some sort of stage upon which the moon's theater of waves is performed: a giant squid rises from the deep; the Flying Dutchman's prow emerges from the mist; a mermaid models the latest in scallop shell lingerie. At the very least, standing at the water's edge should provide me with a transcendent experience, inspiration for a poem or the urge to return to my oil paints and easel. But, alas, the sea remains relentlessly aloof and does not speak to me. Its mysterious depths do not flow into an estuary of my soul despite the old mystic's suggestion that they should. Confronted by its tides I am nothing but human driftwood, an object of scorn for the gulls, a companion of beached bivalves, a brief moment of salted supplication quickly lost in trails of indifferent kelp. I think it's time to get an ice cream cone.

Comments

[Tatyana]

I wish I was, too. It could double disappointment - or an ice cream

[stephenesque]

My favorite flavor is plain vanilla - no chocolate chips or garbage like that

[Tatyana]

Yes, coffee should taste like coffee - not "hazelnut" or garbage like that.
But a dark chocolate almond crunch bar is definitely better than plain vanilla...