The Dock of the Bay

My Sundays can pretty much be summed up by the song from Otis Redding…

 
“Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun

I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes

Watchin’ the ships roll in

Then I watch ’em roll away again

I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay

Watchin’ the tide, roll away

I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay

Wastin’ time”

 
But is it REALLY time wasted of it was time enjoyed?

 
For me sitting on the dock is the closest I can get to just bobbing out in the actual bay myself.

 
Like the seals I see playing off the shore. I think that could be me…if it was allowed to just swim in the bay.

 
Ok maybe realistically I probably wouldn’t want to be swimming right there. But you get the idea.

 
I can spend hours on end (and we do) just watching the tides, birds, otters, and seals.

 
It is a relatively quiet dock…most people walk down, snap a selfie and take off never venturing down to my far corner of the dock that I have claimed for myself.

 
The corner where I spend my Sundays watching the schools of fish form their communities layer upon layer down till I can’t see them anymore.

 
I loose myself in this world…disconnect from the static of everyone else buzzing around.

 
To what I am sure appears to most as “wasting time”

 

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