one need not see the sea to know it's there. i can hear it. what i do see midst the morning fog is a dim line of water. i also see dew - dripping from coastal bush and trees just outside my dinette window. i see footprints in wet sand, a lone bird flying, condensation beads on the window pane by the beds ..
hot coffee with cream. slow sips. silence, but for the breaking of waves which lulled me to sweet slumber late the night before. 8 hours. unheard of unless camping. methinks i should camp all the time.