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Winters in my hometown meant big storms. Strong gusts of winds blowing around our tall and proud Redwood tree’s. The ocean waves would get huge, making horrible pounding noises. The rain would drench the soil and loosen up tree roots. Causing the tree’s to topple over, blocking roads and smashing houses, power lines and cars. I use to watch the storm, amazed, imagining that some God was angry and throwing a giant tantrum.
As a kid I would wake up the morning after a big storm and run to the power switch, saying a little prayer before flipping it to the on position. If the light turned on, I had to get ready for school, if it didn’t, I got a free day to spend in my pajamas, reading or playing with friends down the street.
As I got older, I would walk the local beaches after a big storm. I use to watch the waves bring in debris, pieces of trees and huge wads of seaweed. I would take deep breathes of the fresh, salty air and stare at the dark clouds on the horizon.
I was always somewhat relieved to see the wind die down, the waves get smaller and watch the dark clouds roll away. I would feel like a survivor for that moment. The mist would cling to my hair and clothes, as I would stroll across the wet sand inspecting the damage.
I miss the ocean. I miss the fresh salty air. I miss cooler temperatures and the sound of the waves hitting the sand at night. I miss the big storms, wind roaring through the tree’s and being able to hike through the big tall tree’s whenever I wanted to. I miss the smell of the forest and exploring trails with my dog running ahead sniffing everything.
But I honestly don’t think I will ever go back, except just to visit those tall tree’s and mysterious ocean.