Over the holiday break, we went down to Cannon Beach for a few days. Friends are surprised: you’re going to the beach in the winter? Yes, it’s an awesome time to go!
As weather systems moved in and out over the coastline, I marveled at how the ocean changed color within minutes and from different vantage points: from stormy, murky brown and grey, to a deep pensive emerald, to a majestic joyful blue. It’s hard to turn away from the seascape even when your ears are cold and your eyes are watery.
Wallace, my faithful frisbee chasing Lab had a grand old time. Even when the ocean claimed his frisbee and took it out to sea, he continued to jump in, look for it and return to shore with a questioning look on his face: ‘Where did you throw it?’. It took several treats and a running race back to our room before he gave up his search. It was my fault, I threw it too far and didn’t account for the multiple waves and currents.
Some say that the Red Sea got its name from a bacteria that grows near the water’s surface. Whatever the reason, these waves are symbolic of the awe I feel when I am on the shores of a beach. The movement of the water, the shapes of the waves, the salt in the air and the crash of the ocean against the shore. It doesn’t get better than this.