A decade of days falls soft behind us, a mere blink of an eye and the building of a quiet life. The coast calls, and we fling babies to Grammy’s house and responsibilities to the wind, and follow that west-blown breeze to the edge of our earth. We call Cannon Beach home for four star-stung, spellbound nights. By day, we bask in the barefoot glory of silken sand and an unspooling cornflower sky the color of a wedding dress worn two handfuls of years ago.
We amble through tiny treasure shops spilling with old books and spiny shells. We stroll and sip slow, steep ourselves in rich Bella coffee and the amber glow of ware-laden windows. Haystack Rock beckons. Gently, we touch stars and laugh at crusty rock scramblers, then ramble our own way to Crescent Beach, where we trade sand dollars for salt-laced kisses. Later, with our last night’s breath, under a loopy Oregon moon, we weave plans and whisper our renewed vow: see you again soon.
Ocean swells, casts spells
across a full moonstone sky
carried off by gulls.
Written for Toni’s Haibun Monday prompt over at dVerse. My hubby and I love to spend our anniversary at the Stephanie Inn, in Cannon Beach, Oregon, when time, kid logistics and money allow. So far we have spent our 10th, 12th and 16th anniversaries there.