Fog and Water

Fog over the inlet until water and air waltz together. colds ears muffled by the dank air. Grebes and Coots colonize this tributary. The ocean is close you can feel the tidal pull of it the immensity of it, even through the thick haze it seems to tug at my small boat. I hear now, the distant screaking of coastal gulls. Trawling fingers in the dark water mellifluent coils pluck and pull. Later, sitting in the cabin I wonder why I did not push further out from the estuary advancing towards the deep sound of the breakers. I yawn, sup some hot tea from a mug, smile, comfortable, that's the reason - way too comfortable.