Come, be free.

The still of the silence is penetrating. It seeps slowly within, a slow high, spreading throughout, traveling, fexpanding; illuminating dark recesses that have lain dormant, forgotten, muffled. It overwhelms with a peace and a power that substantiate each other like Yin and Yang. Here, the glassy salt water blends with the iridescent sky-scape, reflecting off one another until they seem to meld together as one continuous prism, and are all the more significant for their union.

The low hum of a passing motor boat and the swooping of a gull break the silence, and water laps up against the edge of the dock- heavy with the weight of years of salty sea brine. Thick and worn and sturdy. At twilight, this is a place of solitude, of thought and awakening. Something in thaw powerful depths of that water stirs something deep inside. It speaks of freedom and risk and power and danger.

"Come," it whispers. "Leave the land behind and come away. Be free."

This is the essence of these docks. Just a taste of freedom. A place to dip your toes and dream. Here, at the edge of the earth, is an overwhelming image of what could be.

Other days they are filled with happy yells of teenaged sailors in matching red shirts trooping down the docks to their thursday night meeting to sail the bay and plan the adventures they will have; the places they will go, things they will see, what they will accomplish. These days the docks are a shelter for growth and excitement, and as always, an escape. A portal, perhaps. Like a magic door. A passage to another world. Yes, these docks are much more than simple wood planks stretched out over the water. So much more than the lines that tether the boats to those planks, and so much more than the chain link fence separating them from the city. They are something beyond their physical form; where two worlds meet and extend into small connections to each other, creating skin deep ties, but speaking naught of the depths of their worlds, only whispering, whispering of secrets and awakenings. Whispering, "Come in." And the dock is still.