The Windswept Sea

I found this on my laptop; I don't know when I wrote it. I thought it was worth posting...

She sat looking out at the windswept sea. The waves rolling and crashing; churning up sand from the bottom and turning the sea from a dazzling blue to a dull slate grey.

The day was sunny and warm but still the sea was tumultuous.

She watched silently as a small rowboat was buffeted by the waves. Empty and tethered in place by an anchor line, the small boat pitched this way and that – at the mercy of the relentless sea.

She felt sorry for the boat, trapped as it was, by its anchor line – not able to move with any purpose, not able to travel any distance; trapped – tossed by the sea.

She watched the little boat until she couldn’t bear it any longer then looked off in another direction.

Up in the sky, soaring above the sea, was a solitary bird, drifting on the air currents; going this way and that, wherever the wind took it.

Poor bird, she thought, all alone, being forced about by the wind.

She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs she rested her chin on her knees.

She sat there, lamenting the fate of the lone sea bird and the battered rowboat.

Why does she not admire the rowboat for its steadfastness in the face of the chaotic sea?

Why does she not see the effortless freedom of the bird surfing the sky?

Why does she not see the beauty of the churning sea?

She did not hear those questions; though they came from within her heart. Dwelling in her own unhappiness, she had become deaf to the beautiful voice of her heart.