Pacific Window

Some people can see the Pacific from their window. The Pacific is my window. The porthole in the room where I stay is about two feet above the waterline. As we cut through the waves on our journey home, they wash over the porthole and all I can see is blue water. The noise the ocean makes as it slips over the window is an eerie, sloshing reminder that I am living underwater, a layer of steel between me and the ocean. With a window in it, even.