July 11, 2002
Sound of Surf
The weather is cloudy and cooler and the dewpoint has dropped so I can finally get out for a walk.
St. Louis is a lovely city situated amidst giant rivers and verdant hills containing numerous trails and paths and caverns and wonderous places to explore. As I become acclimated, I'll be able to spend more and more time on something I love: walking. And if the environment is as kind as the inhabitants, I know that I'll grow to love this place.
But I miss my beach. I miss the surf, the smell, the ocean breeze in my face. And I miss my pelicans. I desperately miss my pelicans.
Posted by Bb at July 11, 2002 09:46 AM
Oh I miss my pelicans too. The heartland has its compensations, but salt air and the sound of surf are necessary for life itself. Many midwestern faces are lined with perpetual frowns due to salt air and seashore sound deprivation. These same faces shift from tension to composure to delight upon modest exposure to coastal air and sunlight.
I was lucky enough to stand on that beach a few years ago when I attended Macworld. I got over the bridge to the Muir Woods and did a hike up Mount Tamalpais (sp?) Wonderful place - I can almost smell the salt air.
Well, I've never been there but I can almost taste the air. That picture is close to what I'm longing for lately: to be alone on some long beach. A wild one, I think. We have lots of those in South Africa.
nonononononoTom. Salt is for roads. Water should be fresh. Come to Michigan. They don't call them Great Lakes for nuttin'. Come to Michigan, for both sunrise and sunset beaches. Come to Michigan, for more lighthouses than any other state in the Union. Come to Michigan, and be refreshed.
Oops. I mean Frank. Sorry about that.