|I saved this photo for last because it's my favorite.|
I fell in love with that rock.
One of the few places on the West Coast where the sun rises over the sea.
Like all oceans, you can smell it before you see it; and it's comforting.
Even over craggy cliffs and slippery rocks where the man next to you holds your hand and forbids you to inch any further toward the enticing edge, you feel comforted by the familiar smell, sounds, and sight of the ocean you grew up loving.
I think I might cry when I finally leave it- the Pacific, I mean. Funny how we become attached to certain things overtime. An ocean's an ocean, right? They're all magnificent, am I correct? Still, it's odd to me there aren't ocean sunsets on the East Coast. It was an unexpected and oddly alarming realization that came over me a few days ago.
Fortunately, there will be ocean sunrises and I have a feeling those will be just as spectacular.
But still... my heart will always face West.