You can hear a fog bank before you see it. The horns go soft, like the sea put a blanket over the town.

Message to space: hold this one until the next spring tide, the sea will know when to let it go.

Brought a container ship past the breakwater on a two-knot flood. Ten thousand tons and it turns like a thought.

The tide table is the oldest calendar I trust. It has never once been wrong about the moon.

Slack tide at 04:12. The whole harbor holds its breath for eleven minutes and then exhales.