A Favorite Place is a Home Away From Home

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN:  My Favorite Place.

I've been thinking about this post for a few days; and I have to say that I'm just a bit stumped as to what my favorite place is.  I don't think I've ever been to a place that has been 'my favorite place ever, no questions asked'.  It's a bit perplexing!

There are many places I love.  I loved Oregon (west of the Cascades).  I loved Virginia...green and wet with the gorgeous Appalachian mountains.  The dry, arid beauty of the South Dakota badlands cried to me with its wild freedom...but I felt far too alone out there for that to be my favorite place.

If I had to choose a favorite place it would have to be an ocean...any ocean.  Salty spray crashing on either sand or rock...  Water droplets catching the light, flashing and falling back into the billowing surf.  And the roar...oh the roar of the ocean!  Calling to me, crying my name.  Always begging me to return...

The ocean.  Mystical in its beauty; eternal in its glory.  Forever and ever beautiful.  Forever and ever wonderful.  Teeming with life, so different from coast to coast.  Sometimes angry, sometimes still.  The woman of so many legends; the lover of so many souls.  The one who calls her own to her early...and never lets them go.  A giver of life, a bringer of death.  A goddess, a demon.

All beautiful, all horrible.

Wild with storms and peaceful under a tropic sun.  The one who many dream to see.  The one who calls to those who have danced in her waves...always calling and crying for them to come home.  She wraps her voice in the conch shell so she can always plea with all the people of the earth to come to her shores, swim in her waters, bask in her reflection of the sun.

The ocean, the sea.  A mythical creature of as changing as the sky and the volcano.  The sea calls to me always, and I always yearn to return to her.

So if I were to choose a favorite place?  If would have to be next to a salty sea.  :)