The Smell of Salt When deprived of water, a sponge becomes hard and brittle. It shrivels up like a wilted flower, lifeless. Water relaxes sponges, fills them up, makes them soft and supple. At times, I find myself becoming hard and much in need of something to fill me up and restore my deadened senses, to, if you will, water me. The ocean satiates my senses and rejuvenates my spirit. It awakens me from my …showed first 75 words of 863 total…

…showed last 75 words of 863 total…There I will retreat from the world, to veil myself in mist and cloak myself in fog, to disappear into the antiquity of the ocean. I will look out upon the moonlight glinting off the waves and listen to the rhythmic, melodic crash of waves against the shore. I will heal myself of the bruises and bumps that were given to me by this restless, chaotic world. I will be peaceful, a subject of Poseidon.