Quite A View

It's not very often that I get to say that I can see the ocean from the house. Today, though, I can. It's only April and I'm on vacation. It won't be for long enough, but it is definitely something I needed. Just over the tree line outside the house, there is an ocean ready to take away my worries for a little while. The ferry ride over here, to my favorite place, was more therapeutic than usual. Maybe it was her presence, so sparkling and full of life no matter the circumstance.

Now, in the warmth of the sun streaming through the sky lights, I am content to write with my favorite radio station humming in the background. They seem to know what to play and when, like they're making sure my life has a good soundtrack every time i'm here. So as Jacob Dylan starts crooning through the house, all I can do is smile at the perfection of it all.

I made comment the other day that I would love to live here. I don't know if I could live here full time. I would worry that this place would lose the magic. That somehow, some of how I feel is because I am not here all the time. I would certainly like the freedom and finances to be able to come here when I feel like it. It is a goal i've had. It is, perhaps, a goal i will always have. I will fight for it to become some sort of reality, but I also know how far that reality is from my current situation.

Here I have no one to answer to about my problems. I have no one to reconcile with, no one to worry about pleasing but myself. In the kitchen making breakfast for seven people and somehow it's meditative. I cannot share or explain in, proper amounts of accuracy,
the sheer beauty of this place to me. To both my eyes and somehow to my soul, scattered and torn and still content on this island.

I guess that's why I come here. Here is where I feel the most complete. I mean, after all, it is quite a view.