Stepping out the door, I found myself marching through a field of wheat, which would have been fine, but it was midnight, it was raining, and I was still in the city. The wheat stock stood taller than usual, and the darkness was so gentle, like a blindfold made of silk. The ground beneath me was soft and wet, with creeks running through every crack in the dirt, and every footstep left another lake for those small enough to appreciate it.
It was hard to tell, but I had probably been walking for a few hundred miles before I was taken aback by a familiar breeze. The field had suddenly stopped, and my lips and my tongue met the windy mouthfuls of sand and sea as I suddenly realized where I had ended up. I continued on towards the ocean and found the point where the tide had turned its back. I tried my hardest to catch the tide (I wanted to put it in my pocket and take it home with me), but it insisted on taunting me until I couldn't even look at it. I turned back towards the fields that stood between my body and its home, with my eyes so closed, and my ears so open. And I heard it! The whistle of a train, the crawling tractors in the sprawling fields, the sea at my back, these, these are the songs to bring me home.
Elec Morin-When You Found That Sea (from If You Lived Here, You'd Be Home By Now)
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