After paddling all day in my kayak, I was sitting on the beach in Chatham, Massachusetts, utterly exhausted as this surf-boarder serenely paddled by, against the tide and then once again, with the tide. I used my Iphone hipstamatic app and took a few snaps.
She pretty much summed up the thoughts in my head that summer's day.
"Every flow has its ebb."
One year later, I was paddling in my kayak in Chatham Harbor, amidst the sounds of thousands of seals from across the bay. A surf-boarder nearby was pointing into the ocean, she called out, "Did you SEE that!"
I paddled over and perhaps we both had thoughts of how sharks love to eat seals like tasty sandwiches. She suggested the giant shadow under the water may have been a large seal but we both headed for shore.
"When beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean's skin,
one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not
willingly remember that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang."
Small world that it is, Molly, the surf-boarder, was the same person I met a year ago.
Even in the vast ocean, we are all somehow, connected.