Monday, February 13, 2012

Happiness is...a lovely memory.

One month ago today I jotted this down in my journal....

The water runs the gamut from deep blackish blue to a rich soft velvet to sapphire to the azure of the desert sky, veined like fine marble with the foamy remnants of waves and wake. The currents and years working the miracles of an unseen Michelangelo creating unrivaled masterpieces; a floating museum created and curated by the waves of the sea, endless galleries of rotating special exhibitions, pieces seen once and never to be seen in exactly the same way ever again. This morning we passed an aircraft carrier, a rising submarine, a lighthouse, the crenelated ruins of a medieval castle, a family of paddling ducks, the Sydney opera house and a prehistoric water dragon all meticulously carved into the ethereal blue glacial  ice. And we're only privileged enough to see the 'tip of the iceberg'.  What watery marvels must the whales and penguins be privy to? 

Hard to believe it's been a month already, and almost harder to believe I was actually there.  Take a look at some of the wonders that sailed by my window just a few short weeks ago.

I couldn't NOT throw some penguins in, now could I?
What an incredibly beautiful world we live in. And what a lovely memory to keep me content on gloomy winter days. What memories do you find yourself falling into time and again? I'd love to hear about them!

1 comment:

  1. Wow, Amy these are amazing! I wish I had memories like that! You are truly blessed.