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It was a blue day the day we went to Whidbey Island. Not one of those sad blue days, this was one of the bright blue days when the wide sky and the still sea and the distant mountains all merge into a swirl of endless light. These are the days that islanders love, the days when we stand on our coasts and just watch the water, lost in the immensity of it all...
You can get homesick just thinking of those days.
We found a little cove on the west coast of Whidbey, where the road slid down a hillside into a tiny park. Walking out onto the rocky beach we could watch the birds skimming the smooth sea. A small rock sat with ripples lapping its tiny shore, an echo of the island, an echo of the distant Olympic Mountains.
Whidbey Island, Washington
June 2009
You can get homesick just thinking of those days.
We found a little cove on the west coast of Whidbey, where the road slid down a hillside into a tiny park. Walking out onto the rocky beach we could watch the birds skimming the smooth sea. A small rock sat with ripples lapping its tiny shore, an echo of the island, an echo of the distant Olympic Mountains.
Whidbey Island, Washington
June 2009
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