Listening To The Waves


I watched the sun come up this morning on the Oregon coast. It’s been twenty years since I’ve done this, and the last time wasn’t nearly as peaceful. Last time, there was a hellish ride through torrential rain, dodging a rattling truck pulling a camper with a leaky waste valve, and suffering through mild pharmaceutical hallucinations. This time? Yes, much more restful.

An old friend is getting married today, and I saw some faces around the campfire last night that I haven’t seen in close to fifteen years. There was a little video last night, in tribute to the groom, and it was interesting to see a number of people give tribute to this guy who have known him some time, and to realize all of their history has taken place in the time between. And yet, two minutes after seeing each other again, we fell into old routines and the easy laughter was still there.

Funny how things change both so much and so little.

Anyway, the coast is still there. I had wondered.