Montauk.

Its a sleepy town.  Almost vacant the streets at night, almost no one walks.  All you hear is the raging ocean. Its always close.  A quietness that stills the most restless of souls. Its were every thought seems to rest on each wave.  Every once shattered hope is revived.  Moment to moment happens here, with not much else to do.   Its a close place from a city that never sleeps. How can something exist so close to its opposite? Every visit feels different, a new part of the island to explore.  It reminds me of home. There no existential crisis here, except for what to eat and when to sleep.

With just a crack in the door, the most peaceful of sounds comes in. I could sleep here forever.  The rain came through this morning and every drop that fell on the rooftop was heard.  A beautiful dance that followed a deep sleep.  If you haven't slept in years, you finally woke as if you did. With the ocean and rain taking you by the hand and leading you into a peaceful journey.

This ocean is more energetic, makes you think about life.  Life in its magical way, nothing heavy.  A deep respect for what is unknown and a nonresistance to something bigger then oneself.  I can only be grateful.  It reminds me of how small I am, how much I still need to learn. Where I have come, where I still need to go.

By the ocean my thoughts are set free into a world I may not know but trust. I hear it calling me closer to it to be embraced by the smell of salt and the gentle wind thats marked by the sting of a cold January. Although I live in concrete it will never give me the solitude nature always does. It will never guild me the way nature always does.  It will never make sense the way nature always has.