(not) knowing our Desires

I’ve been up here well over a million times, I’m sure of it, yet each time it’s sensory overload. How can you see the same thing again and again and still feel as if it’s the first time you’ve ever seen it? With each clank of sandy wood beneath my bike tires I know where every loose board is located along the boardwalk.

A heavy salt air mist envelopes the shore as the sun sinks pink beneath the glassy bay. To my right, the love of my life, my reliable constant, my unchangeable always, the Atlantic ocean roars with life and waves that haven’t stopped moving since the world began; since the first settler stepped foot on what was then a desolate, wild, barrier island.

Asbury Park North Beach

Asbury Park North Beach

The same sea, the same waves, and me – the euphoric aroma of salt and sand floods my nostrils and seeps into my brain… or is it my heart? Continue reading “(not) knowing our Desires” »