What I Miss Most


I have been fortunate enough to have visited places and seen things most of those I know have never been. Jamaica, the Bahamas, Spain, France, Italy, Israel, Egypt…

I have been to Paris, Rome, and Jerusalem. I have seen the Great Pyramid at Giza. I have passed through Gibraltar in the misty morning and stood atop Masada and looked down on the Roman camp below… I have swam in the Dead Sea. So many things, so many places, so many memories…

And yet, what I miss the most is the ocean.

It has been many years since I last stood on the beach and felt the salty breeze blowing through my hair or the soft sand shifting beneath my feet. I have not listened to the heartbeat of waves upon the shore, nor watched the sun dancing upon the waves in far too long.

I know there are many people with a “bucket list”, those things they would like to do before they die… Things like climbing mountains, sky diving, or scuba diving a coral reef. So many things. All the sights and sounds we ignore when life is good, then scramble to accomplish before it’s too late to feel regret.

And yet, I care little for such things.

I want to go back to the ocean. To the salt and wind and waves. I want to simply sit and listen to the cries of seabirds and watch the sun setting over a world afire.