I miss the sands that give way under curling toes,
the glassy rolling of the tumbling tide
the sharp white shattering of crests on stone,
the kelp breathing life into worlds below,
the calm at the furthest reach of your eyes
innocently masking the churning of her icy depths,
and the otters, the seastars, the mussels, the clams, the permanent residents,
and the dolphins and whales, who pay us sweet visits.
I miss my ocean.
I miss Santa Cruz.
Take me home.
T minus two months.
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