I Live In a Seaside Motel
by Brian
I live in a seaside motel. On nights the ocean is lively I can lie in bed and hear it murmur midnight elegies. When I’m having trouble sleeping the sounds of the sea’s salty breath draws me out into the darkness wearing my LED headlamp. I cross Route 1A, scramble over the Army Corps of Engineer-constructed berm, and stand before the Atlantic.
The ocean during the day inspires thoughts of nature’s majesty and human frailty. This does not change at night, but the darkness lends a sense that the massive, writhing body of water is sinister.