During a Peaceful 2016, may all songs of the seas wash cares away.
As the world’s oceans unite us across space and time, so do untold songs of the sea. A few of my favorites: gentle stroke of evening wave, a repeated hush upon sandy shore; peaceful murmurs, like miniature trumpets, of Barrow’s Goldeneye, as they march through sea salts in perfect regimental uniforms, COMING AND GOING!
Bald eagles, our sentinels, high above Mr. Mallard’s trusting glance (no worries, it’s Vancouver, where urban eagles thrive); and husky diesels thrummings of Vancouver’s protective patrol ships. 
Songs of our sentinels by the sea
harbor patrol ships and high snowy peaks of the city
