I smell the saltiness of the water,
and the fishiness of the seaweed.
Stepping on the sharp rocks,
I feel jaggedness on my feet.
The driftwood is smooth in the cold,
splashy water. The sun shines
my chest. Red kelp is tangled on the rocks.
Seals bob up and down, up and down.
I see the grains of tan sand in the breeze.
Majestic Fidalgo Island anchors my heart.