Waves of Change

There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.

-Robert Service-

"Not all who wander are lost"....but many who do are hopelessly so. It's true, I've had more zip codes than I can count on both hands. But I like to think that it is new experiences and opportunities I seek rather than some other reason I can't stay still. My landlubber days have drawn to an end. And though not exactly beach front, my latest address has the sweet smell of the ocean and puts me in easy striking distance of this...

and this...

yet, on any given day it is more likely to look like this...

wave fotos found on the net