Seascape was written because I missed the beach terribly. Sometimes I thought I missed it more than I missed my friends. I felt claustrophobic living in the desert. I had no where to go to feel like I was free. I had always been close to the beach, both physically and emotionally, and wanted desperately to return. I even felt a little possessive, like I was the only way who knew and understood the ocean for what it really was.
As the cliffs drop off into the roaring ocean, your eyes are drawn downward to the jagged rocks below reaching out to embrace anyone who dares jump. Seagulls are above circling like vultures waiting to prey upon the flesh of any once living organism. Several waves pound upon the shore in such force as it could drive straw through a tree, then slowly and reluctantly recoil, letting the strength of its predecessor follows after. To feel the and between your toes and the sun beating down upon you is the only inviting element on the rocky beach.
Many a barefoot wanderer, with pack on his pack, can be seen tromping down the California shore line in search of their long lost dreams of wealth and happiness. People come here to just watch the strength and hear the roar. To be engulfed by this, a native feels secure and protected. But to the outsider, it’s a setting of fear, a place to stay away from, and a forbidden fruit.
Humans living near have been awed and subdued by the strength. They even change moods with the tide and the stages of the moon. The newcomer is left with an empty, cold feeling of unwantedness, as if a danger sign has been put before them.
The ocean seems to have an emotional hold on anyone letting its strength over come him. They can never leave for long before wanting to be back under its wing.
Many a barefoot wanderer, with pack on his pack, can be seen tromping down the California shore line in search of their long lost dreams of wealth and happiness. People come here to just watch the strength and hear the roar. To be engulfed by this, a native feels secure and protected. But to the outsider, it’s a setting of fear, a place to stay away from, and a forbidden fruit.
Humans living near have been awed and subdued by the strength. They even change moods with the tide and the stages of the moon. The newcomer is left with an empty, cold feeling of unwantedness, as if a danger sign has been put before them.
The ocean seems to have an emotional hold on anyone letting its strength over come him. They can never leave for long before wanting to be back under its wing.