Wishing to Share My Intoxication With a Friend

I went to my Father's Island last weekend. It was just me and my daughter. The beauty of the place is surreal. In every direction you can look there is a picturesque scene just asking to have it's photo taken. Everything is beautiful and graceful there, like the way the madronna trees crawl up the rocks baring their orange skin and feet like fire trying to escape the sea. Or, the vast fields surrounded by old growth timber where the deer meet in mass each morning before the blanket of fog has lifted from the grass. The way there is a perfect and completely new sunset each night as the sun rests on the edge of the ocean. I have always thought those Islands to be the most romantic place I have ever stepped foot. You can become drunk on the sights that are all around you. There is a calmness about the life up there. It reminds me of the song “Sittin at the Dock of the Bay”. The whole time I was there, I kept thinking to myself, “My friend would love this.” I was intoxicated by the stars and drank in every sight like it was last call. I would have loved to share that place, perhaps in another life. So I am back in the lap of reality again, if only for a while.