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  • The sea is one of my favorite smells that also comes with sound.

    I lived at the ocean for a year on Cape Cod a while back. I had left my old self behind and was trying for a geographical cure for my ennui. I had a job a town away. My commute to work took me along the shore, past the backsides of grand old houses perched majestically on the coastline, hogging the view and the spray from the waves. The lords kept their boats tied to docks that only they could see.

    But on the weekends I would put on shorts and my favorite long-sleeved cotton button-down and walk the quarter mile to the public beach, low chair stuck under my arm. I'd park my behind in the same spot, pull my hat down over my eyes, and read and people-watch behind my shades. I never spoke to anyone and no one spoke to me. I went to the beach as therapy, aroma and audio therapy (if that's a thing).

    The sea shore at low tide smells like life, like the sweat of the earth that gets washed clean with every high tide. The sea in this picture is the marina at Restinga on Il Hierro in the Canary Islands where the volcano was erupting just off the coast. I wanted to see the bubbling water, but it was back to sleep when we got there. Instead, we ducked the spray from the waves at the mouth of the harbor and enjoyed that smell that was the same as the Cape Cod smell and the Pacific smell... I wonder if the polar bears in zoos miss the smell? Maybe that is why they are always pacing and diving and pacing.
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