I’m Sittin’ On The Dock Of The Bay – But I Ain’t Wastin’ Time
Salish Sea Inspires As Summer Sun Emerges From The Fog
Point Wilson lighthouse – snow capped Mt. Baker in the distance
Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes
Watching the ships roll in
Then I watch ’em roll away again, yeahI’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Watchin’ the tide roll away, ooh
I’m just sittin’ on the dock of the bay
Wastin’ time. ~~~ (Sittin’ On) The Dock of The Bay (Otis Redding)
To be precise, I’m actually sitting on the beach of the Bay – not Otis Redding’s San Francisco Bay, but the Port Townsend, Washington Bay on Puget Sound and the Salish Sea.
This song was in my head this morning at a foggy sunrise on the beach, basking in the fog mitigated sunshine after 10 days of clouds and rain.
Coincidentally (?) I just heard it again right now on Bonnie Simmons’ Thursday night radio show at Pacifica KPFA.
But I ain’t wastin’ time – I’m not only enjoying the wonderful world around me, but, now and then, reveling in flashes of insight and jolts of joy. (BTW, I paid $2.35 for a tennis ball size peach yesterday. Sometimes I feel… ).
… So I, ain’t a-wastin time no more
‘Cause time goes by like hurricanes, and faster things. ~~~ Allman Brothers (1972)