the two lane road twists to the left then the right look out better slow down sharp curve!
cars follow close and move in unison with each curve as if attached, poetic with pink floyd’s: meddle.
this goes on for what seems like forever then a clearing in the pine forest reveals a couple hundred feet below and off the left side of the scion, the mighty pacific ocean oregon style.
canon beach, oregon i sit, my merchandising job has landed me one and one half hour from home but i do not mind. any chance i can get to the coast for work or play; the past seven days have been work, work, work, work, work, work, and work.
chores complete i park and walk a few blocks my reward sand and a pounding surf
transfixed on the big haystack shaped rock i drift off and create utopia, a rivendell.
i join others relaxing on the beach no one talking just counting waves, or eyes closed listening as the power breaks then smashes on the sand washing away and rebuilding.
a river runs through the image, pants rolled ankle high expose feet submerge in cold releif. all of those in my rivendell never leave they perpetually walk the beach laughing, hugging, waving, chasing, oh yes swimming.
minutes pass, i rejoin those on the other side get up and head home knowing this place is always there when needed.