...cannot quite get where I find myself envisioning, yet the flowing hair of the wind onto ship's bow, briefly visiting the salon chair back, gone missing somehow from "used to be" , joining the anticipation of returning seaman's catch joining her there at the waiting chair...somehow, somehow if they could find each other, the mermaid's fish companion, and even possibly through an antiquities windowframe to the sea painting their story... there is something waiting here just beneath these surfaces...thank you for awakenings Todd.
Your "Anticipation" and "Used To Be" have no intention of allowing my mind to rest...are these locations near you?