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.

Thanks Molly.


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