There is a peace mixed with a restlessness at a sea going marina.
Peace to soak in every moment of calm water, boats, sun. Dinghies coming, dinghies going, good music, a gentle breeze.
But it is a peace filled with a restlessness - for what is to come.
At all times the ocean beckons - I am there and I am out there - especially so at an ocean-going marina.
In many ways I feel more alive suspended between those worlds than at any other time in my life.
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