How I felt living beside first the Clyde, & then the Thames. A river, like a lake, is a poor substitute for the sea. The sky seems lower, the streets & hills closer, the air stiller. Sometimes I felt as if I was barely breathing. In the end, I think it was the sea that called me home. The cold, sparkling water of the Pacific will forever run in my blood & in my soul. It’s deep currents may occasionally swirl me out into the wider world, but will always draw me, driftwood like, back to these shores.