Salmon swim upstream, we fish for them in August.
The waves are nice and glassy, then our bow shatters the glass.
Rain falls down and turns into puddles and absorbs
into the earth.
Whales sing their eerie songs then dive
into the deep blue.
Herring ball in tight schools to avoid being lunch.
As the winter night sets in the northern lights dance across the water.
I, from my window, watch the waves and ocean.