I knew from the moment I saw you that I wanted to see you in every season. And I knew from that very first morning that I awoke in your presence that I wanted to experience you in every era. I wanted to never part ways.
I basked in the sunshine with you on the days that it chose to shine upon us. I lied on the rocky beach just out of your reach, as the essence of you filled my soul with something unnamed and much greater than ecstasy. I marveled at the way you played and sparkled and splashed on those days. So glorious, free, and happy.
When the storms came rolling in above you, I stayed. I wasn’t there for just the sunny days- I wanted all the days. The storm clouds darkened and picked up speed. You stirred and raged and crashed so violently into the bluffs as they stood there like soldiers unphased by it all. I couldn’t differentiate the sound of the thunder from the booming sounds of those crashes . During those times you were dark and strong and seemed so mad, yet somehow filled with peace. Perhaps you’d fight just to remind yourself of your own strength.
When winter came and all else around me seemed bleak and lonely and hopeless, you existed as a place of solace- so stunning, so pure and so quiet. Sometimes the snowflakes fell upon you so lightly and delicately. Other times I thought I was in a snow globe- one that a young child just joyously discovered for the very first time, shaking and shaking it as she marveled at the majestic way the snow would never end yet never pile up. The tiny ice crystals pinged and pelted my face as I walked with my dogs along your blustery beaches. I sensed that they were full of hope and peace and the promise of beautiful tomorrows. As each tiny crystal and snowflake found its way to my rosy and windburned cheeks, I delighted in the absorption of those unspoken promises and joyful beginnings to come. The colder it was, the warmer I felt- though only in your presence.
Every time I saw you, you were different- but always the same. Who you were today seemed no indication of who you might be tomorrow. You never held onto any one season or any one storm. You were open to change and you’d go with the flow, just as nature always does. Something deep below your sparkly saltless water and colorful rocky beaches seemed to know that the process of change isn’t always easy or beautiful but what’s beyond it certainly always is.
Listening to Wind of Change by Scorpion
