Change Your Point of View

The view from my world.

I love the ocean. I love water; the buoyancy, the smell, the taste., the way the phosphorus sparkles in the moonlight. I was conceived on an island in the ocean. I spent all my childhood summers swimming. Wet sand lived between my toes. Crustaceans came home in my bathing suit.I swam with harbour seals and pilot whales were an everyday sighting. I never dreamed I would leave it far behind. The scent  was what I missed the most when 10 years ago I moved inland. It was like leaving my muse.

Today I  live in the grasslands. The scent is musky and herbal. It’s dry and yellow in the hills all summer. It’s taken a long time to stop looking back and to realize that a change of view can be inspiring. I call different animals my friends. Today I can walk the hills with deer, mountain sheep and sometimes coyote follows along for a time.
I have developed relationships with birds.

Funny I never noticed them on the ocean.  Seagulls always seemed annoying, but here the scope of species is incredible. Some are only here for a short time, just passing through on a journey north so spotting them is an event. Sandhill cranes; you hear them before you see them and you have to look way up, blackbirds, hawks,  eagles.

I have taken a keen interest in the domestic horse who ran away from home and wanders the wrong side of the fence from the wild native horses desperately trying to get in. He made it one day and has been roaming with them ever since.

                                                                                                                                                       Today, my world and his has a different point of view.

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