The waves glowed as they crested and crashed under the moonlit sky. It had been a long time since I’d been to the beach in the dark. I had forgotten the serene beauty of the water, sand and sky. The constant churning of the ocean even seemed muted so as not to disturb the moment. A couple planets watched on with the multitude of stars. I stepped to the edge of the tide’s reach up the shore and waited for the last of the sun’s influence to slip away from the far horizon and decided it really should not be so long between nighttime visits to the coast.
I may speak often of my love for the mountains but there is magic in all wild places and that magic calls to me. Have you ever watched the stars wink on the tide? Have you ever seen the moon echo beyond the breakers? Have you ever felt the memory of the day’s heat fading away in the soft sand between your toes? What could any of these be but magic? I hear the call of all the wild places. It tugs at my heart and directs my eyes and ears. As always, I must answer.