Jan 29, 2013
My comfort place is not like most. I happen to be comfortable and at peace while at sea. I spent thirteen years in the US Navy and have over time, become comfortable out in the middle of nowhere floating in the endless blue. While trying to think of my comfort place, I thought of all the places that I have been, lived, seen, and so on, but the one place that tugs at the heartstrings is the ocean. Being out at sea hundreds of miles from civilization is the only place I have found that I can truly lose myself and be comfortable. Until such time as I find a new one where I can truly call home and be at peace once more, this is it.
One cannot deny the serenity of the ocean. Although she can be flat and smooth, she can also be the roughest that man has ever known. It does not take much thought to call it comfortable. It is the periods of calm when the waves are not that high and sun has set, that I refer to as a comfort place. I set foot outside of the skin of the ship and out onto the nonskid deck, the first thing to hit me is the utter darkness that I have plunged myself into. It is not the darkness of the soul, but rather the darkness that comes with the almost total lack of light. The darkness that is so profound that it is impossible to see the hand that I hold only inches from my face. Only after being outside away from the bright interior of the ship, can my eyes adjust to the darkness that surrounds me. Once my eyes are fully adjusted however, that darkness peels away leaving a view that is so spectacular I have not found the likes of which on land. As far as the eye can see, from horizon to horizon is a view of the star scape that dwarfs any that I have seen. So many stars, constellations, and even the Milky-Way can be seen. Stars too numerous to count that I could spend the entire night counting and not even get the slightest fraction of them counted.
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