How is this place real?

Somewhere along Highway 1

This is the picture I have on my pc desktop. It's just a little beach that reached out to grab us last year as we drove up the California coast. It was so beautiful, all four of us agreed without even speaking to stop the car and get out for a moment simply to try and touch it fora moment.

Every time I see this picture, it takes my breath away. It's like a dreamland where the air and the water and the earth all live in me together, blended and perfectly apart. I can feel it. I was there. I know it is real, and yet I want to hold it as though it is no more than a vision I remember from a life imagined but not yet touched. By me.

I will be back there before the Eastern leaves turn again. I am breathless with anticipation and yet I dread finding it. It will be different . So I am letting go of my need for it to exist at all. For it won't. It lives only in memory now.

I am hoping to stumble upon a new vision this time.

Photo credit: me or my husband. I can't remember. We both took so many. Originally posted on LiveJournal in 2008
 

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