Oregon beach, almost escaped my self 

Off Newport Oregon, April 30, 2006. 

Rain falls in my heart

Saturday afternoon, Newport Oregon. Rainy April day. First taste of ocean in years; drove past looked at feet dry doesn't count. I parked at the top of the bluffs and walked the path down the winding dunes to the flat sandy tidal flats which were rapidly filling. A northwest spray soaked my thin inland idea of sea front attire, and the little pitiful OSU green and orange cap I had bought, blew off my head and was saturated with sand, salt and mud. I took me sneakers off, and walked, barefoot, into the grasping sands, the cool tickling of the sand around my feet and ankles remembered from Jersey summers of decades before, almost lost for good.

Season's Greetings

At this festive time of year, as the sun skirts the southern horizon before ponderously penduluming back northwards, we lite bonfires in commemoration of the harvest and feasting of days gone by, in the eternal hope of new birth in spring, which ever returneth with youth and beauty refreshed.