Rainy Sunday Evening
Listen to this as you read.
The rain has been falling all day, though it’s the mists clinging to the cliff that seems more a factor in setting the mood for the day. It’s not oppressive, on the contrary, there’s a certain enveloping beauty to it, something just as lovely, though in a different way than those sunny times a few days back.
I missed sitting outside writing, and really wasn’t able to get anthing going until I took my Alphasmart, my Kindle, and some sparkling water out to the car with me and drove down to the beach.
There’s an emergency vehicle out on the beach and two jet ski type boats in the water. Their behavior looks more like training than rescue, as they seem to be darting about with no purpose other than to bounce about in the surf. They are loading up now, backing some small vehicle into the surf.
Even in this light rain there are kids playing in the sand on the beach, not many, but there are some, and families walking as well. Most are bundled up, but more than one family looks to be dressed in such a way as to make it clear they were expecting nicer weather. There is a girl wearing capris, and since I can see her shivering from 300 years away, her look must be more important than her comfort. I would scoff, but my choices in cars is much the same, or was, as I often preferred cars such as a King Midget or a three wheeled Reliant Robin, over anything more contemporary and comfortable. That I am sitting here in a non-descript Chevy Malibu Maxx is as sure a sign of getting older as the pain in my knees.
At this point there are three reasons why I write. First off, a handful of people have expressed interest in wanting to learn more about my boat projects as they progress, rather slowly at this point, I must add. But honestly, the feedback is often rather sparse, to put it mildly, rare enough to make that reason rather suspect. What drives me to write is more the sense that writing opens me up, acting as something of a conduit to thoughts that seem to burst out as though they were under pressure, I’d say like a fine champagne once opened, but not only does that sound full of conceit, it just isn’t the feeling I get. It’s more than by the mere expressin of these thoughts I am given the chance to finally work them through, to finally get some sense of understanding of all that’s come before.
A side thought. As I write this I am listening to Fantasia on a Theme of Thomas Tallis, by Vaughan Williams. It seems a perfect fit for a rainy day on the Oregon coast.
Smeday I’d like to organize these thoughts, to share them with my children.
I wish I’d brought the camera with me on this car outing, as it would be fun to take some video and set it to this beautiful music. The weather is supposed to improve tomorrow, and then get better each day until I leave, on Wednesday. I wonder what music will fit at this time tomorrow?
These cramped quarters are starting to hurt my knees again. Sadly, I’d better go back home where I can stretch out my legs a bit, which certainly seems to help.
More later.
