I love rains which carry desires to oceans.
A pilot's business is with the wind, and with the stars, with night, with sand, with the sea. He strives to outwit the forces of nature. He stares with expectancy for the coming of the dawn the way a gardener awaits the coming of spring. He looks forward to port as a promised land, and truth for him is what lives in the stars.
It's the tide. It's the dismal tide. It's not the one thing.
Waning moons their settled periods keep, to swell the billows and ferment the deep.
I do an awful lot of scuba diving. I love to be on the ocean, under the ocean. I live next to the ocean.
As a surfer, I think of places like a wave: you see one thing on the surface. But you always know there's something different going on underneath.
The whole climate is changing: the winds, the ocean currents, the storm patterns, snow packs, snowmelt, flooding, droughts. Temperature is just a bit of it.
Of course climate changes. Many changes are due to factors over which humans have no control, such as winds, ocean currents, and sun activity. But the liberals want us to believe that climate change is also caused by gases expelled when humans burn so-called fossil fuels.
Ice ages have come and gone. Coral reefs have persisted.
The chance of any species reaching and then surviving on an island as distant as one of the Hawaiian chain is infinitesimal, but despite the extraordinary odds, plants and seeds found their way ashore, carried by the tide or blown by trade winds, inside birds or in their feathers, in the branches of trees and in the jetsam of sunken ships.
The sea and wind can at the same time convey my neighbour's vessel and my own.
[On common water.] Its substance reaches everywhere; it touches the past and prepares the future; it moves under the poles and wanders thinly in the heights of air. It can assume forms of exquisite perfection in a snowflake, or strip the living to a single shining bone cast up by the sea.
Give wind and tide a chance to change.
My ties and ballasts leave me - I travel - I sail - My elbows rest in the sea-gaps. I skirt the sierras. My palms cover continents - I am afoot with my vision.
There are good waves not that far from Manhattan - on Long Island, in north Jersey. It's true that the best surf around here tends to happen in winter, so you need a good wetsuit, and the time window of good waves is often pretty short, so you have to stay on top of the forecasts.
A sailor chooses the wind that takes the ship from a safe port. Ah, yes, but once you're abroad, as you have seen, winds have a mind of their own. Be careful, Charlotte, careful of the wind you choose.
In some parts of the world there is very little tidal movement.
I loved my Communications class. The toughest one I had was Oceanography only because I didn't have too much interest in the oceans.
....the sea changes color, but the sea does not change.
Pouring forth its seas everywhere, then, the ocean envelops the earth and fills its deeper chasms.
The world cannot live without the Arctic; it affects every living thing on Earth and acts as a virtual thermostat, reflecting sunlight and cooling the planet.
While I think the earth is warming, I don't think that man-made causes are the primary factor.
The winds and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.
All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.
The global climate is a complex interactive system, with all kinds of nonlinear feedback loops.
