My New Year's

New Years at the beach - I can’t remember ever spending New Year’s Eve alone. But this year I didn’t have any options I was very excited about. I am not in love, my best friend is out of town, and more importantly, I really felt deep down, that I needed to be alone. Originally I planned on just spending it at home. But I knew one of my resolutions was going to be to spend more time in nature, and where better to celebrate the new year? So I packed up my journal, flash lights, rain coat, a sleeping bag, a bottle of champagne, and headed for the coast.
It was pouring rain on my way out, and I figured I was in for a wet experience. But the clouds parted and the stars met me as I made my way to the ocean. Not just the stars, but bursting explosions of light. I could see them flashing across the sky as I got closer. As I continued on I realized they were fireworks. They guided my way until I reached the beach when the grand finale' exploded filling the sky. It was a wonderful welcome, but I needed to get somewhere a little more remote. I found a place about an hour up the coast, with clear skies, crashing surf, wide beaches and no light pollution. It was beautiful. Amazing. Enlightening. The crashing surf and it’s rhythms and the stars, and the perspective they give us, as specks upon a speck, all sharing this little piece of space.