Friday, August 14, 2009

Cape Scott-august 09

It is a place that seems more like an emotion, when you think about it, you know how it felt, rather than how it looked, so long ago.  The forest, dense and forbidden, will swallow you up whole. The beaches are cold and empty, offering a chance of hope to the world weary. Like a place in time, not much changes, save for the driftwood and the kelp. 
To rest and eat by fire is like a dream. The sand beneath your toes is cool and soft and dry.
The flames lick and hiss at the pyre, dancing into the sky and disappearing forever.
My thoughts will make their way upward, the natural place for them. With the heat they rise and fall depending on which way the wind blows.
I never like to leave this place. 
We need each other.

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