el maestro, el amigo: el mar

my new favorite place in antofogasta: the ocean. today i ran down the carretera (the highway where i live), past las ruinas de huanchaca, down some steep escaleras, and i reached the rocky shores of the pacific ocean. the distance between us, me and the pacific ocean, is miniscule. but once i am standing in its majestic presence i feel so small. it's not a bad feeling, it just puts me in my place. i am but a spot.

another world the sea, the land. though my senses overflow, i can't help but stand still as i gaze at the ancient waters. a spectacle, a god, a habitat. i wait. jurassic giants advance as the winged creatures fly overhead nearly scraping my forehead. 

the water jumps from forty feet below slapping my face; i regain consciousness. Pelicans depart the surface to retrieve their lunch and a crab crouches on a rock.  Century-old ships span the high seas, waving. i wave back.

el maestro, el amigo: el mar.