Post 4

I sat down on a bare piece of earth. I think it was that sand rock stuff. I was at Sunset Cliffs right next to Point Loma Nazarene. The wind blew my hair around a lot, my nose is chilled. I hear the waves roll and crash in. People run and walk as the day ends. Some sit to watch the sun set. There's a boat out on the horizon. I wonder if it is a fishing boat finishing up its day of fishing. As the sun slowly goes down towards the horizon the sky between the horizon and clouds grow more orange-pink. Now I see the sun. The breeze seems to get cooler and cooler. The tips of my fingers are getting colder, feels almost numb. Kind of like my toes when I am on the bench during a water polo game. It is so hard to resist looking straight at the sun. In the distance I see rain falling but it never reaches the water. It reminds me of the day my dad told me what it was called when it does that. We were out on our boat whale watching or fishing I can't remember. Whatever its called its all pink from the sun. I watch the sun go down below the horizon hoping to see the green flash. It reminds me of all the other times I have hoped to see the green flash. I also remember all the stories I have heard about where people were when they have seen the green flash. The clouds above are now a deep pink. The waves remind me of jet engines but now they are much calmer and relaxing.

Within the time I spent at that place so many memories came into my head. The water holds so many memories for me. The sun set has so many memories. The waves. The location. The wind. The ground where I sat. Everything. I have so many memories. It is amazing how many I can recall from one little thing.