Sea Dreams BY: M.D. Mynhier From out on the gulf the shore was a blinding white and behind the wide stretch of naked beach tall palms, and skinny pines hid the rest of the land from view and hid us from it. The green tops of the palms swayed on the west winds and their fronds waved to us because that is how friends greet each other. Setting at anchor a hundred yards out and yet, all you had to do was look over into the water to see the bottom. It may have been thirty feet below, but in water this clear, it seemed you could touch bottom by reaching your arm shoulder deep and pull up a hand full of sand. If you looked closely, fish of all shapes and sized were everywhere but you did not see them until they moved. Even the bigger fish were difficult to pick out as they held tight to the bottom. Everything blended together as one and it was easy to feel a part of it mostly because it allowed you too. You could dive and snorkel and the fish swam around you. Small sharks would look you over and quickly decide that you were no threat. There was nothing to fear within the sea as long as you held a healthy respect for every inch of it. And it was an impossibility for intelligent men to not respect something as powerful as the sea, for it is the one that swallows great ships and men and cargo and treasures far too numerous for the mind to grasp, and, yet, it can be sweet as a southern lady drawling-out each syllable of a sentence as only a southern belle can while all the time sweet talking you into lowering your guard. And one is as easy to love as the other and both very dangerous for a man that thinks he understands how they tick. And to think on these things as the vessel sways to the swells is sweet way to spend time and life. Pondering the secrets one can never hope to know is good for men. It helps them to somehow understand themselves to some extent. As far as I am concerned, to unravel certain secrets would lead to nothing good. It is the secrets they keep that makes them the mystery we love. For one to lose the belief in mermaids is to lose what the dreams of what could be do for the soul. But, I have no doubt that I will never lose the love I hold for either of the ladies and seeing both from along the beach is a beauty to behold. Signed copies of my novel “Where Islands Are” are $10.99 while they last, plus $5.01 postage making the total $16.00. Make your check or money order payable to M.D. Mynhier. Mailing address: Where Islands Are, 2395 Harbor Blvd, Condo 218, Port Charlotte, FL 33952 or you can get “Where Islands Are” at: “Where Islands Are”@amazon books
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 01:28:47 +0000