Seadrift

According to Merriam Webster's Collegiate Dictionary Tenth Edition, seadrift is nowhere to be found. Yet, here it is, swept up onto the shore of this week's blog entry. Perhaps the concept is inspired by a recent trip that my husband and I took to Fort Bragg on the North Coast of California. Maybe it's reinforced by a picture that my brother sent from a family trip to Rockley Beach in Barbados, our mother's homeland. I was trying to think of a word to describe things that bodies of water rake up onto shore. Probably, a "real" term exists that welcomes this brand-new synonym.

This morning at the pool, I swam beneath the natural condensation that drifted above the surface of the water. The sky was clear and the sun smiled through green meshes of sequoias. The sensation was one of flying through a thin cloud. Sometimes, it can feel that way when we cast our nets far and wide, waiting and wading, until all that seadrift forms some welcome thing that is easy to recognize.