There is a strange beauty that imbues a busy harbor. In the forest, saws screech as they fell old pines, and in the mountains, picks and jackhammers rasp in the tunnels man has hewn out of the sparkling stone. But the harbor is peculiar amongst the places of the earth that man has subdued--it is as if the grace of nature and the industry of humanity blend effortlessly into one.
The breeze flowing off the emerald waters on a hot day both cools me and urges the white sailboats in the distance quietly along gentle ocean swells. Kelp climbs up the rocks near the shore while a man holds the rope joined to his ship--both desperately cling to something lest they float away. The scent of salt and grilling hot dogs are borne upon the same air, and the voices of people mingle with the cries of hungry seagulls. Even the rust on the iron bridge upon which I am crossing over the harbor seems to recall the history of the fishermen who sailed the same waters many centuries ago.
Oh, harbor, you lovely masterpiece! May your splendor never cease, for you are a reminder of good days past and a sign of good days to come.
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