I could've sworn I smelled the sea today

I could've sworn I smelled the sea today--the wind's shaking the rafters, opening doors and books, disheveling the budding boughs--it's quite strong. So is it hard to believe that the salted stench of seaweed, the rising pungence of brine-soaked grit drying out under the sun, has wafted its way across miles of Massachusetts--riding the backs of the violent winds--all the way out to me?