Battery Point
On the coast gale force winds blow and the ocean is a tumultuous mass of pulsating blue. At -30 degrees, the spray from crashing waves freezes in mid air and sounds like a battery of stones cast against the shore. No one is on the water today; no one save for the gulls gliding low above the cold surf. On my way to the point I walk through a stand of sitka spruce whose trunks groan and roots quake under the power of the storm. In an explosion of branches and bark, four hundred years worth of growth plummets to the forest floor with a single gust. Other giants drop nearby and I think of being crushed beneath their weight. Should I turn back? True, I could observe from the safety of my window--I could watch the crest building on the waves, observe the trees sway, and hear the press of strong wind upon glass. Yet, in that context, I would never know what it FEELS like to be in it; never know the sense of leaning far forward into the wind and being cradled by its chilly embrace. And while there is often a price paid for knowledge (think Eve and the forbidden fruit), sometimes you simply must know.
On the coast gale force winds blow and the ocean is a tumultuous mass of pulsating blue. At -30 degrees, the spray from crashing waves freezes in mid air and sounds like a battery of stones cast against the shore. No one is on the water today; no one save for the gulls gliding low above the cold surf. On my way to the point I walk through a stand of sitka spruce whose trunks groan and roots quake under the power of the storm. In an explosion of branches and bark, four hundred years worth of growth plummets to the forest floor with a single gust. Other giants drop nearby and I think of being crushed beneath their weight. Should I turn back? True, I could observe from the safety of my window--I could watch the crest building on the waves, observe the trees sway, and hear the press of strong wind upon glass. Yet, in that context, I would never know what it FEELS like to be in it; never know the sense of leaning far forward into the wind and being cradled by its chilly embrace. And while there is often a price paid for knowledge (think Eve and the forbidden fruit), sometimes you simply must know.
JAN 26, 2003 01:33 PM
JAN 27, 2003 07:16 PM
JAN 28, 2003 08:56 AM
i forgot what i wrote on the monogomy thread so i had to go back and look. thanks 
mama bears huh? thats so fuckin killer.
i had a fascination with a sweet boy when i was young...just out of high school young...which has been about an eternity ago (hehe)..and all he talked about was wanting to move to alaska. he finally did eventually too. I suppose he's one of those drunk toothless rifle guys now huh?
JAN 30, 2003 02:53 AM
Went out and had some dancing fun again tonight. A little drunk right now. Are you by any chance a Heinlen fan or are you just slutty with your friends like I am?
