We've been doing a few escapes this winter, not too far, not too close. A little out-of-state, some just to the coast, others to that wonderful soaking pool at Edgefield.
I awoke at the coast recently, looked out the window, and this is what I saw.
What a moment. I love going to the coast. I used to love going to the beach—that's what we called it in California.
The Oregon coast is different but still wonderful in its own way. I've never swum in its waters, nor bodysurfed its waves, nor had my breath taken away from the infux of heat from the sun while sunbathing.
But I have laughed so hard I've cried upon seeing my dog run with wild abandon down the huge swath of coastline. And I have put my head down to brave its horizontal rain. I've watched squalls roll in and the sky turn dark, and have picked agate from its sandy shores. And now I can say I've seen a rainbow out at sea.