Poetry
1 min
Where The Pelicans Fly Close
Katherine De La Torre
Where The Pelicans Fly Close
By Katherine De La Torre
Time to go. These pestering flies ruin everything. Although... lately it feels like I'm the one who ruins things, but I can't be sad today. It's such a beautiful day and the tourists haven't taken over my favorite cliff.
It's the edge of the world. Seriously.
It faces the Pacific Ocean, where the water has an uncommon hue of blue that fills you up with warmth. The white foamy waves roll in from the distant horizon and crash into the shore with a thundering whisper. A whisper so tender, it's almost like the Pacific were singing you a lullaby. And there's a breeze, a gentle refreshing breeze that kisses your face and wraps around your entire being. But the best part of sitting at this cliff are the pelicans. They glide just above the water and sometimes soar overhead. It's a magnificent sight, watching them coordinate in flight without uttering a word.
That's a weird crunch under my shoe.
Oh no, tell me I didn't kill that spider. Ugh. There I go again ruining everything. Senselessly taking away a life that could have just been getting started. Perhaps it was an ancient witching spider with centuries old knowledge of life. I should be walking back to the Bridges, that's where I like to leave my car when I come to the beach.
Before going to work, I drive across the mountains to the cliff side of the beach town. Park my car under a shady tree. Run a couple of miles from the Bridges to the lighthouse. I like to cool off by walking back to my car. I stop at my favorite beaches, which are hidden away from the overwhelming tourists. I sit at the cliffs and listen to the ocean crash against them.
I could sit on these cliffs for the rest of my life.
I try to get out here everyday, but I guess I let work keep me away. I have been working everyday of the week and get home for a quick shower and power nap. It's not like I was saving up the extra cash for anything in particular. I squandered most of it on sneakers I never wear or take out of the box. But no more. I'm saving every penny I can and I'm moving across the mountains, away from the tiresome bustle of the city. I'm moving to the cliffs where the pelicans fly close.
By Katherine De La Torre
Time to go. These pestering flies ruin everything. Although... lately it feels like I'm the one who ruins things, but I can't be sad today. It's such a beautiful day and the tourists haven't taken over my favorite cliff.
It's the edge of the world. Seriously.
It faces the Pacific Ocean, where the water has an uncommon hue of blue that fills you up with warmth. The white foamy waves roll in from the distant horizon and crash into the shore with a thundering whisper. A whisper so tender, it's almost like the Pacific were singing you a lullaby. And there's a breeze, a gentle refreshing breeze that kisses your face and wraps around your entire being. But the best part of sitting at this cliff are the pelicans. They glide just above the water and sometimes soar overhead. It's a magnificent sight, watching them coordinate in flight without uttering a word.
That's a weird crunch under my shoe.
Oh no, tell me I didn't kill that spider. Ugh. There I go again ruining everything. Senselessly taking away a life that could have just been getting started. Perhaps it was an ancient witching spider with centuries old knowledge of life. I should be walking back to the Bridges, that's where I like to leave my car when I come to the beach.
Before going to work, I drive across the mountains to the cliff side of the beach town. Park my car under a shady tree. Run a couple of miles from the Bridges to the lighthouse. I like to cool off by walking back to my car. I stop at my favorite beaches, which are hidden away from the overwhelming tourists. I sit at the cliffs and listen to the ocean crash against them.
I could sit on these cliffs for the rest of my life.
I try to get out here everyday, but I guess I let work keep me away. I have been working everyday of the week and get home for a quick shower and power nap. It's not like I was saving up the extra cash for anything in particular. I squandered most of it on sneakers I never wear or take out of the box. But no more. I'm saving every penny I can and I'm moving across the mountains, away from the tiresome bustle of the city. I'm moving to the cliffs where the pelicans fly close.
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