Sunday, January 17, 2010

Malibu Road


I love the beach when it is raining.  There is something so tranquil about the two elements together; the waterlogged sand being pelted by raindrops.  I like being the first to intercept the weather from the Pacific as it heads East, as if standing tall on the bow of a ship headed “out there.”  I appreciate it all even more because I grew up for a time in a Malibu beach home, which sat directly on the sand. 

The feel of the water hitting the pilings under the floor used to rock me to sleep at night.  Waking up to rain in the morning was soul-cleansing serenity; hearing the patter on the roof and watching the smeared and rain-streaked sky slowly moving made me feel that I was watching a painting being born before my eyes.

The dream, for me, includes sitting in a cozy room that is perched over the sand.  Maybe it’s where I will do my writing, or I’ll sit with a mug of hot chocolate.  I will watch the rain through the window-droplets as my warm fire lifts tiny embers up into the flue.  The sound of the breakers will occasionally crash through the soft music that I am playing.

It’s all right there, right now on Malibu Road.