Old, and yet not so old, the original was a victim of the blizzard of ’78, the present an insistence and gift from the public.
Red now, she is a sign of home and welcome.
It’s breezy but calm and peaceful here, the inner harbor rung with houses, fishing shacks, and wharfs, a few boats waiting for their owners’ orders to head out to sea.
It’s relaxing to be here (despite the persistent breeze), away from the big-time hustle and business of the city I work in or the smaller one I live in.
The motif is a reminder of calmer, slower days when you could go about your business and still have time to gather your thoughts.
Is it the seas within our cells that seek out places like this, with the water, the peace, the memory, the call home?*
This was written after a visit to Bearskin Neck, Rockport, MA, and is what I thought as I relaxed at the wharf by the motif.
* A scientist/explorer/philosopher of our time and far wiser than me explained himself by saying “I am the sea, and the sea is me.”