Sometimes I listen to the wind outside my cabin deep in the Northwest forest.

One morning upon hearing it amble through the tall pines I was taken by how much it sounded like waves, though not as constant, mildly rolling inward from the sea. I'd always reveled in the percussion and varied intonations of the waves arriving upon the shore from far away places and mystical other worldliness hidden beneath.

I then realized how similar they were ... the Wind, the Ocean. Both are contained in Great Basins or envelopes, yet in constant flux and motion inwardly and outwardly ... swirling, dancing upward and downward rushing pressing into coves, creating eddies over and around the landed areas and less tangible interfaces ... breathing, ever giving and carrying life to its farthest reaches ... and beyond.

I'd always dreamed of living by an ocean, I know now ... I do. - bk