My Place

The early pre-dawn mornings are my favorite times. After tending to my morning chores, feeding the cat, setting the automatic coffee maker on, and checking outside of the living room window, I settle into my favorite recliner and watch the grey clouds of the early morning move along. Slowly the smell of free brewed coffee begins to drift into the living room. Quickly, following my nose, I go and pour myself a lovely cup. My brew’s taste reminds me of some faraway place that I have never visited yet feels as if I had.

Switching on the television, I see the nights have happened during the night and around the world. At specific points, I become angry, and at other issues, I feel sad. It seems that starving people, war, pain, and suffering seem to be the crucial things that the network’s like to project.

Looking at my new Smart Phone, I see nothing different. So many issues are too much for me these days. I try to see the logic in these issues and can not. I try to see good in these reports but only find stupidity. I turn these things, television, and phone, off.

I close my eyes and see my place—a tiny horseshoe cove with a white sandy beach surrounded by grey and brown cliffs. On the distant horizon, the sun begins its climb changing the colors from grey to rosa. The winds touch on my skin feels warm and balmy. Large white sea birds make their slow orbits looking for their breakfast.

Wave gently roll into and away from the white shore. The soft taste of salt in the air and sweet clean touching on my tongue helps me to forget all things for this moment. In my place, my wife stands next to me and holds my hand. I feel her warmth. Slowly we walk the beach, not speaking, just enjoying this, our place. I am angry at life, and she strokes my cheek with the tips of her fingers, and I feel calm again. After a time, she goes, and I only have her faint scent. I continue walking along my beach, alone and yet not alone, feel a feeling of peace once again.

There is a lovely bungalow on my beach. It has a thatched conical roof and a small bamboo porch with a great hanging sling. Beside this is a small table with an excellent cold local ale. Laying in my hammock, I watch as the sun moves higher and the once dark blue sky changes to light blue. The waves and ocean’s song whisper to my soul, asking me to come into their warmth and dance. The enticement is too great, and I go.

Opening my eyes to the purring of my cat, I am back into my reality. Life is still moving on, craziness still happening. But for just a few moments, I felt peace, warmth, and love.

I hope that all find their unique place as I have done.