Oct 2015
Sitting on a rock, sweatpants and sneakers
Long hair, skinny, looking out, wind blows
Fir tree needles scratch the back of my neck,
Eyes locked on to a pod of whales, orcas
Breathing fast because I ran to get there
Close my eyes and let the wind toss my hair,
It's cold, and the air smells like lavender
And I pull my knees to my chest, smiling
Long hair, skinny, looking out, wind blows
Fir tree needles scratch the back of my neck,
Eyes locked on to a pod of whales, orcas
Breathing fast because I ran to get there
Close my eyes and let the wind toss my hair,
It's cold, and the air smells like lavender
And I pull my knees to my chest, smiling
These aren't the beach islands. They are the San Juan islands off the coast of Washington, near Seattle. Went there once. Stayed for two nights in a loft. They are kind of mountainous islands, and cold. We got there by ferry boats. Lots and lots of whales, especially orcas. It's beautiful, and I want to go back.
