Tuesday, August 2, 2011

I Once Fell in Love with the Olympic Peninsula by Eric Sparks

And I saw everything that was supposed to make it wonderful:
            I saw the tremendous mountains, and I saw the snow-capped peaks.
                        I saw the towering forests and I saw the subtle rivers.
                                    I saw the sandy beaches and I saw the endless ocean.
Actually, on that trip, I saw almost everything worth our time.

And I enjoyed them all, but I didn’t fall in love
with mountains or their peaks; I didn’t fall in love with the forests or the rivers,
and I didn’t fall in love with mammals or the fish,
because it was the beach (which means it was actually the ocean)
that truly captured my heart.

Some nights, I think about nothing but that beach and the endless ocean.
Do you know how long you can stare into infinity?

I know how long I can stare into infinity. We stayed until one bottle of wine was empty, three or four beers had been consumed and it was too dark to cook Macaroni. We stayed until sunset because from the pacific coast, the world truly seems endless.

And infinity is the cousin of beauty.   

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