So I’ve decided to take a whack at this whole creative writing thing. I’ll post them here from time to time. If you hate it, better luck next time I guess.
Night on the Pacific
by @sarajunior
On a cold night, I watched the woman I love stand in the ocean, her body barely visible against the vastness of it. I saw her standing on the horizon, amongst the stars and the moon. She stood and watched the ocean roar, the salty water washing away her feet. And I knew I loved her. Her smallness against the universe. Her eyes gazing into that faithful tide. As her feet sank deeper into the earth, I could only thank God for creating those roots. Those roots spiraling down into the core of creation. And I knew creation was beautiful.
I knew that I could never love her enough. That her vastness matched the ocean depths. She could never be mine. She belonged to the author of this place. But I would try to love her. Just like that ocean, I would stand in her presence and tremble at her wildness. She may never know the creation I see in her. She may never know the promise I made to let her go. But the universe moves on through space and so must she. She’ll move on and leave me standing here breathless.
