The breeze still plays with my hair, but it no longer smells salty.
The afternoon sky is still blue, but it no longer rests on the crest of the waves.
The sun is still warm on my skin, but it no longer falls asleep beneath the horizon of the ocean.
Instead of waves crashing, I hear birds singing.
And a weed whacker buzzing, a train honking,
an air conditioning unit humming,
cars roaring, dogs barking…
I’ve a feeling I’m not at sea anymore.