WOW!
The beach is amazing! The air is cool enough to exhaust the humidity and yet i'm not too chilled to cause regret for my newly shaved legs. My feet are relaxed and at home, comforted by the damp sand. What a magnificent day! It truly has been nothing less. Even the smell of the ocean, neither stuffy nor potent; a perfect blend of rythmic tune. I could fall asleep right here.
What if in life we could capture these moments in large mason jars? Our memories of each feeling, scent, hue, and tint would be trapped inside so that with every twist of the cap we feel the exact feeling as the day we first tricked it into the jar. Like a favorite movie watched over and over, there would be no change in script or substance. Could that even be possible?
I think perhaps the only difference and impossibility of that concept is the constant change of our perception. I ask myself would it truly be a treasured moment if it had the capability of being fully captured? We are able to remember details such as a shell from the sand or a picture taken of the horizon but that one exact moment we can never re-create. Maybe that's the point. Maybe we're supposed to, in the moment, treasure the bigger picture because it simply won't last forever.
Being here I'm reminded of that whole year when Steve and I were in Denver. There were no salt-flavored sunsets or sand nuzzled comfortably between my toes. There were no roaring waves providing tranquility. While big, beautiful, colorful, and creative...it was no Myrtle Beach and yet while roaring, and breezy...this is no Denver. I've realized that is's all in the way we perceive and appreciate our surroundings. I think somewhere in the selfishness I forgot to look right in front of me in the beautiful cinema God has provided. The greatest of all is in its unique creation it costs little to witness...but you surely must purchase a ticket in order to truly experience the full effect.
