Some are drawn to the windswept sands of the coast.
Others prefer the mysterious, clouded beauty of the mountain side.
As if there is a choice to be made.
As if natural features can be rated and sorted into categories of appeal.
But not I.
I have no such preference.
I am blind to the separation in the landscape.
My eyes take in the beauty and wildness and flaws that exist in each.
I love their differences and commonalities.
Like the birds that fly from forest to shore, I am sustained by either one.
So don't be cruel enough to make me choose.
Don't forget that a landscape can rest in the imagination long after a person leaves.
Let me linger in both places.
Let me lie down and surrender to the beauty I have witnessed in each.
I will stick my feet in the sand,
and breathe the cool mountain air
all at once.
So that a piece of me will remain in coast and in mountain, and they in me -
to pulse in my veins like the waves and capture my mind like the mountain mist.
Only then, perhaps you will see...
I am able to love them,
Dedicated to Big Sal, Hazel, Rick, Rose, Anya, Darren, Taylor and all those who continue to encourage and inspire daily.