I was high on the bluffs on the Eastern most spot In Long Island looking out at the vast expanse of the ocean, It was late morning the sky and the ocean where this wonderful blue. The sun created these wonderful sparkles on the water. On a wall it feels like a window out into the ocean
From Montauk Point
I stand as on some mighty eagle’s beak,
Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing, (nothing but sea and sky,)
The tossing waves, the foam, the ships in the distance,
The wild unrest, the snowy, curling caps–that inbound urge and urge
Seeking the shores forever.