I'm missing the sea salt. Heck, I'm missing the pool-salt even, as I'm off my exercise routine too. I made this piece years and years ago, but my current yearning for water time and water creatures led me to notice it again. I like when that happens.
I've been teaching Melville's Moby Dick, Casey's The Devil's Teeth, and Coleridge's The Ancient Mariner, and I've been playing with clay in poseidonic ways, but the yearning remains. Need that salt breeze, that cold immersion. Soon!