Things I miss

Some of the things I miss: being out on the open ocean, looking out for what felt like days at the horizon, was actually only seven miles, from the height of the where I was to the horizon was only seven miles, at times felt like forever.  Never did I think I would ever miss it.  I never thought I would miss for a minute the cold steel of the bulkhead, or listening to the water run running along side my rack, as my ship cut through the water.   I wish then I knew what I know now about photography.