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Pinnacle of the Day #1709

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Pinnacle of the Day #1709

This is what I most wanted from our visit to Santa Cruz, and I didn’t realize it until we were there.

In our last hours together, the five of us drove out to a somewhat far-flung beach to give the sea the attention it deserved. The hills lining our path to the sand formed a glass to hold the waves, and the view for the entire descent felt like a carefully composed painting.

We’ve never much gone to Santa Cruz beaches to swim or bask; the water is frigid and the sun is often hidden by clouds or mist. Instead we’re drawn to the spectacle of it – the soft susurrus of waves washing against the cliffs, the tawny hills patched with a dozen kinds of green, the the gulls and pelicans drifting through grey skies. We climbed this crumbling peak and looked out over the water together, soaking in the faded crystalline blue, and I was terribly happy to be on such a beautiful planet.

Watching these endless waves with my friends makes the moment feel so small, a tiny sliver of infinity, and for the last billion years and for the next billion the ocean will stay the same, an immutable, constant change.

The late hour is eroding my thoughts, but I’m thankful that I was able to see this with everyone today.

birds in the frosty air

Written by Umbrella Man

May 28, 2013 at 3:33 am

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