Sunset at the Oregon Coast, near Rockaway Beach.
First I came to Portland.
Then I came home.
Then I was sick.
Then I was still sick.
Then I was better.
Then I went to the Oregon Coast to teach a writing class.
Then I was much better.
Then I was standing on the edge of the world, my feet disappearing into the ocean, the sun disappearing into the ocean, my worries and fears and sickness disappearing into the ocean.
The ocean can take a lot of grief.
I heard it all night long, carrying everything I’d given it, coming back for more.
Far and fast, s.