“The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. I have heard them all, and of the three elemental voices, that of ocean is the most awesome, beautiful and varied.”
― Henry Beston, The Outermost House: A Year of Life On The Great Beach of Cape Cod
We spend a few days on the Oregon Coast with my sister and her husband. We rent a lovely little cottage, right on the beach, complete with bright yellow Adirondack chairs out front and white linens. The weather blesses us with two days of sun and unseasonably warm weather, before the rain settles in. We walk for miles, collect treasures, visit with other dog lovers and eat seafood.
We debate about taking the dog as not everyone is a dog lover like we are. My sister and her husband have always had cats. But in the end I listen to my heart and he comes with us. He is well mannered in the cottage and comes when he is called on the beach. I finally get to the point where I feel comfortable taking his leash off and he has the time of his life. It fills my heart with joy.
I always pause during those silly test where they ask you: the beach? or the forrest? But I know, if I am honest, there is no question. The beach owns my soul, my heart and my secret self. There is not a part of it I don't love. I fall into bed each night with the smell of salt air encompassing me and sleep deep and secure.
“He: "Whale you be my valentine?" She: "Dolphinitely.”
― Adam Young
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