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10:32 a.m. : Tuesday, Aug. 06, 2002
i stopped my car along the surf this morning. i looked at the ocean this morning. i stopped life this morning and i watched each ripple sliding towards me. i closed my eyes. i felt the sun. i wondered how i could cast out my rusty fishing pole thoughts and catch the words to tell the world how lucky i feel right now.
i put my hand over my eyes shielding the bright morning sunshine. i thought about how i would be late to work, about how i needed to stop for gas, about late library books and a bad tire needing some more air. about forgotten lunches and a scratched cd that won’t play anymore…
i closed my eyes to smell the sea and then it all went away because for one brief moment you, you were with me and nothing else mattered. some how you were in the breeze holding me. i looked at the ocean this morning with you i watched each ripple sliding towards us. i ripped off my sandals and threw them in a pile on the sand, laughing with you. i walked into the surf. i felt the cool water on my pink raw feet. i looked at the sky and i knew that no matter where i am, no matter where i go, no matter where you are and no matter what tomorrow brings i am never going to be alone again.
i got back in my car this morning. i drove down the road listening to bloodhound gang with a smile a stop sign crept out into view. and as i slowed down singing along, i noticed on the side of the road, a tiny little mile marker and i squinted in the sun just to read “i love you” in black and white.
"Liebe ist ohne Sprache"
