Something strange has happened. Until now, I’ve never lived by any kind of water: lake, stream, brook nor trolley-filled canal. But now I have. The smoothness of Newport Beach has worked its magic. Its tide mocks me. The trivia that knots me up is sloshed away leaving me marveling at the greatness of the sea and the smallness of me. Nothing matters when you walk the shore. The breeze blows, the sand sinks, the waves ripple. It is a thing of beauty. You let go of the inane and embrace the wise. I will miss it. But I will have to come back. I have no choice. It has stolen a piece of me that I’ll never get back. It owns my heart.
Nice review, Wendy, just enough to get me interested.
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