I want to dive in, I want to swim away.
It is very cold and raining but, this view is amazing and I am beginning to feel amazing as a cool breeze is blowing by. Inhaling the cold and fresh ocean air has got to be one of the most refreshing feelings of all. The color pallet is gray. The low hanging clouds above the ocean, the shoreline, the water, beach and trees – all different shades of gray and the snow on the ground accentuates the contrast.
There are no birds, it is silent except for the ocean lapping its waves in a soothing chorus, one that could so easily rock me to sleep.
The cascading stairs from the deck down to the beach look jagged and false against the God-made land, such a contrast. There is something very genuine about this spot – it holds many moments of introspection, many moments of human connection, and it also acts as a sanctuary for the lonely longing gaze.
There is one tree that stands tallest amongst the rest. It’s branches are short and nimbly and the tree itself is even quite thin yet it stands very bold and strong looking out over all the other trees – who knows its age? It stands directly in front of the panoramic view of the ocean but this tree will never be cut for mere reasons of aesthetic beauty – it resonates, it is THE tree.
I wonder where the Eagles have gone? They too love this tree. Maybe soon they will come to visit me during my lonely longing gaze of introspection – come back Eagle, come back.
I want to jump off, I want to fly away.
It is very cold and raining but, this view is amazing and I am beginning to feel amazing as a cool breeze is blowing by. Inhaling the cold and fresh ocean air has got to be one of the most refreshing feelings of all. The color pallet is gray. The low hanging clouds above the ocean, the shoreline, the water, beach and trees – all different shades of gray and the snow on the ground accentuates the contrast.
There are no birds, it is silent except for the ocean lapping its waves in a soothing chorus, one that could so easily rock me to sleep.
The cascading stairs from the deck down to the beach look jagged and false against the God-made land, such a contrast. There is something very genuine about this spot – it holds many moments of introspection, many moments of human connection, and it also acts as a sanctuary for the lonely longing gaze.
There is one tree that stands tallest amongst the rest. It’s branches are short and nimbly and the tree itself is even quite thin yet it stands very bold and strong looking out over all the other trees – who knows its age? It stands directly in front of the panoramic view of the ocean but this tree will never be cut for mere reasons of aesthetic beauty – it resonates, it is THE tree.
I wonder where the Eagles have gone? They too love this tree. Maybe soon they will come to visit me during my lonely longing gaze of introspection – come back Eagle, come back.
I want to jump off, I want to fly away.
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