Beauty in the madness.
Growing up near the water, I’ve learned to read the water to understand the weather and the earth better. You could use the water to tell how bad the storm really was, or what a beautiful calm day it really was. Choppy, whitecaps, thin sheens of ice, grey, bluish, greenish, smooth as glass, tide is in, or out. The smell – salty, fresh, moist, fishy, heavy, foul.
The water in Bellingham Bay was mad and beautiful tonight. I’d never seen it so choppy, full waves pouring to shore, a wind that you can lean into, and that holds you. Mists and foggy moistness on the edges of the islands in the distance.