My Place
My Place
A place were the heart lays. As I sit and look across the water and see the reflection of the moon. I wonder if this is the only place on earth that makes me feel so at peace. Now I know there are probable plenty others but this one is mine. This is the place I come to rest to get away or just to feel so humble that it brings tears to my eyes. If you look for my place you might never find it but I am going to try and show it to you.
If you sit in this very spot you can see the ocean round the edge of the globe. You can see the sun rise and the moon follows it through the sky. Along in the distance a few say they can see the lights off the coast on the Isles of Shoals. When you look at the water you can see the different colors change through out the year from a deep blue hue in the winter to a pale green in the summer. This view is one that will stay with me from now until I die.
The rock towers that seem to stand even the roughest of weather catch the eye and draw you nearer to see the land disappear and the rock gardens holding there many different fruit travel into the distance. Each garden contains crabs, snails, clams, muscles, and starfish. These are so fun to play in to see all the living things of nature live in these little gardens. And twice a day these gardens become part of the great Atlantic Ocean once again. Afterward they return to be new and different every time.
As the tide rises the mist will spray your toes and the smell will overwhelm you. This is the smell of the earth born again. The ocean water is the one thing that centers me to earth. It has a grounding aspect that is so powerful it can make even the numbness of life go away and a sense of power return to your soul. As the tide rolls in and the mist fills the air you, too, are washed clean for the day.
You can sit back and soak in the sun and look to the horizon to see the end of the day. As Luna rises, leaving a trail of glimmer shining...