After our surf, as I was changing I began contemplating the pull this stretch of coastline has on me when I caught a whiff of some sage blowing through the air. It’s funny the way smells can trigger memories, and suddenly I remembered past trips along this coastline. I pulled my beanie down and headed back to the car. We checked probably a dozen spots before we ended up here, at this ordinary beach break, only to surf for about an hour. We’d end up spending more time in the car than in the water that day. But it didn't matter.
For all the peace and comfort I feel in nature’s embrace it can never truly satisfy the longing deep inside of me. Nature gives utterance to the longing, but she doesn’t satisfy it; only One can do that. To truly know nature is to see fingerprints and to hear whispers; it’s to receive a testimony.
As we loaded our gear in the car and began to drive away I rolled down my window for a second. That’s when I smelled it again, crisp and invigorating. It was nature, and I was content.