With winter around the corner I thought a Caribbean sunset might stave off the chill for a bit. Even though I’ve lived most of my life in the tropics I never fail to be awe struck when the sun meets the ocean. Maybe it’s the mariner in me; some long ago journey across the expanse of an ocean that’s forever been imprinted in my soul. It might be the siren song of the oceans that draw us here, but drawn we are.

For some it’s the majesty of a mountain range that stirs their sole or the vastness and solitude of a forest. I love them all, but for me nothing compares to the pristine primitiveness of an ocean. All life started there, and must eventually end up there as well. The oceans are still a place we are not the masters and respect for it means life or death. The oceans still remain a place where men and women can take full measure of themselves as they attempt to traverse her ever changing faces.

When I stand long enough like tonight and watch the sunset, I can’t help to wonder about the people long gone to history that witnessed this very thing. Where were they? Who were they? The list must surely be long and full of adventure as I have imagined and much more I’m sure. That is why I will always live by the sea, for adventure is always near and the challenges never diminish. I’m sure when my ship sets sail for our last voyage and my soul is set free; it will do so, to a Caribbean sunset.