*sighs happily*

It's the quiet places I always enjoy. Sometimes one just has to hush up and listen.

Not too long ago I went with my mother and her friend and her friend's brother to a little town not too far from where I live, a little town my grandaddy used to say 'never got up until ten o'clock in the morning' Not really famous for anything just a quiet little old fashioned town on the edge of the sea. We sat in the little park overlooking the seawall and swung in a swing and just didn't really talk then we went out on the pier and stood at its very end and gazed out over the ocean.

I asked my mom, " How does it feel to stand on the edge of the world? " and she didn't really answer. We just enjoyed the view.

Having grown up on the coast I find my most beloved place is by the sea. The oceans were here in the beginning and (to wax poetic here) sitting on the edge of eternity listening to the voice of the ocean really puts your view of the world in perspective. It makes you humble, it makes you realize your place...not a pointless speck only a small, bright thread in the vast tapestry we call existence.

Now that I've got all that sentimentalism out of my system...

*sits back and sips some peppermint tea and enjoys the quiet*