Pacific

Through the years of writing on this portal I have witnessed reality bleed into my words, its hard edged, metallic backdrop bluntly shining behind the thin gauze of my thoughts and imaginations. I have let the silent cozy infinite expanse of the bluegreen Pacific with its silvery surface in the distance and its faint purpleorange reflections seep into the pores of my words during times of both joy and distress. And many a times I have stopped to catch my breath beneath the shades of its plangent melancholy as the mighty orb of orange rolled to its end and extinguished in its infinite moistness. I have often found myself at its shores, amidst its swirling sand patterns and have wondered whether in its jagged surface of many footprints and many swells, in its bleak reflections and its elongated shadows, there are metaphors to be found for my own experiences of life. I have often juxtaposed its limitless expanse against the neat little ribboned box of life and have found myself overcome by the comparison. Those beautiful cloud patterns through which shoot arrows of gold and those immense puddles of lights on its surface, that clockwork of the waves which weave the skirt of the ocean with white cottony frills and crawl up to the headlands only to vanish among the billions of little motes of sand. There is something immense and and infinitely intricate about it and it's only natural that it acts as a certain foil to life and I have often found myself being drawn to this contrast. The reality of my time near the Pacific, its amorphous essence, has bled into my thoughts and stained its fabric with an indelible hue. And as I raise that fabric and look at the world through it, I see metaphors and juxtapositions, comparisons and ironies emerge from the subconscious and take me by surprise. I thus stand endlessly amused.

Edit: Included is a photo I recently took at Dana Point. It came out surprisingly good and seems appropriate here. Click for the full panorama.