|sunrise, Columbia River, Astoria, Oregon|
This morning I awoke to cool breezes and the sound of sea gulls. Before I opened my eyes, I thought about how we are born into and become part of a place.
That place becomes part of us.
Those who live on the ocean live and breathe the sea like a farmer back home is consumed by the soil and weather and crops. Do peaceful sunrises and vivid ocean sunsets become commonplace and normal after a lifetime living near the water?
Maybe I could find someone willing to trade places for a year. I would willingly exchange one harsh, wet winter for another month like yesterday.
|Sunset, Columbia River, Astoria, Oregon|