Azure

My desk looks out over a bay and a number of islands and then at the horizon is the hazy blue of the Atlantic. There are deep boat channels in the water which from my perch thirty floors up make the water look as if indigo ink has been spilled haphazardly across the surface.

As I work, in my peripheral vision I am always watching the big sailboats and cruiseships meander toward the open ocean. Some days I sit mesmerized by the waves, watching pleasure boats kick up white surf in their wake.

Today the water is rough, and the sun is shining on the waves so that the sea looks like hammered silver.

I would miss this.