I remember fishing in Lake Huron and watching the water as the boat moved across the lake in a straight line. I saw the entire scene unfold in a split second with the lake disappearing and being replaced with the vastness of the ocean.
What I recall is the feeling that the water was moving against the boat as it moved faster and faster toward the horizon. I could see the water in my eyes, I could hear the water in my ears, and I could feel a kind of numbness spreading from my eyes to my ears. I could even see the water in my mind’s eye. It was a totally new experience.
This was my first real experience of the ocean. I had no idea what it looked like. I saw it, I felt it, but I didn’t really know what it was. It was a feeling. It is a feeling, not an object. At the same time, I realized that the water was a very strong force, and that it was pushing me toward the shore.