Saturday, April 22, 2006

Feel The Rain On Your Skin

no one else can feel it for you. Only you can let it in, no one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips drench yourself in words unspoken live your life with arms wide open. Today is where your book begins. The rest is still unwritten

I am at the beach. Meg, Liz, Claire, and I have taken off for the weekend. We are staying with a priest friend of Teddy's who's parish is literally across the street from the beach. I had an absolute caniptian (spelling?) fit, because I found out it was going to storm all weekend. (I really wanted to get a tan for formal. Oh well, I don't have a date anyway, who needs a tan?) But now that I'm here, I'm really glad it's rainy. First of all, I absolutely adore storms. I think they're cooler than sliced bread. Secondly, it's beautiful. Like, I don't even know how to describe it. The sea is a dark blue and the sky is a slightly grayer ominous dark blue. There is a magnificent dark brown pier jutting proudly out into the sea. There are a few lines of rocks in the shallow part of the water. They seem so out of place, yet so right. The only things separating me from this beautiful dismation is a thin strip of sand and a two lane road. Oh, and the most wonderful porch I've ever had the joy of setting foot on.

After we played around in the waves and on the rocks, (Yes, the water was freaking cold.) we danced on the pier in the rain and vowed to come back in the more summer months with boys and really dance. (Although, I think if Claire and I had our way, we'd be coming back with boys in the middle of the pouring rain and leaving with rings. Seriously, I found the perfect proposal spot. If I am to get married. . .) We then sat on the porch and just looked at the water. It reminds me so much of the prairie. It just keeps going and going. There are no trees or hills to block the beautiful wide openness. The vast expansiveness is so breathtaking. Gorgeous. I've been thinking that, after college, if not Hawthorne, I want to live in Maine or some place similar. I would want to be on the coast by a small fishing villiage. After today, that idea has become absolutely cemented in my brain. I told Bob about it and she loved the idea. You know, that acutally could be a lot of fun. Wow, I just considered moving to Maine with my mother and liked the idea. Huh. You know, they say that you get more and more like your parents as you get older. Huh.

This makes me think of Nickle Creek.

I am a lighthouse worn by the weather and the waves
I keep my lamp lit to warn the sailors on their way
I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past
I was so happy but joy in this life seldom lasts

I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea
We had grown closer 'til his joy meant everything to me
And he was to marry a girl who shown with beauty and light
They loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into nights

And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be

She'd had to leave us; my keeper, he prayed for a safe return
But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned
He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wind
And me so helpless, as dashed against the rocks she met her end

And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be

Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the shore
He kissed her cold face, and that they'd be together soon he swore
I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand
Then he climbed my tower, and off the edge of me he ran

And the waves crashing around me
The sand slips out to sea
And the winds that blow remind me
Of what has been and what can never be

I am a lighthouse worn by the weather and the waves
And though I'm empty I still warn the sailors on their way

1 Comments:

Blogger Meche said...

Maine, huh? Sounds fun... am I ever going to see you again?! Meh... I'll just hafta go to the coast for grad school :P

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