moody I grew up by the beach.  Every day was spent by the water.  The motion, the moisture and the sound in my ears was a constant companion.  I loved it when the sea got all moody.  The waves turned grey and the wind would blow my hair everywhere.  These where the times I walked on the wet sand to be by myself. Later in life I became an 'in-lander', living in cities or in the burbs.  Somehow I always felt suffocated.  I needed the water - the ocean.  I needed to look out at something that was always reaching for me. Twenty years later I have returned to my old friend but instead of the warm waters of the Pacific I now have the cold waters of the Arctic.  But I'm glad, being on the other side it's temperment hasn't changed - the ocean still has that fantastic moodiness that I love so much. 

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