My Beach Princess. A Writing Challenge by Lori Colbo (Lambservant), to Lori Colbo
Lori's Photo Prompt Idea
Lori Colbo has given us a writing challenge with 5 photo Prompts to tell a story and has started us of by using Prompt 1 and 2 in her story. I myself, has also used Prompt 1 and added Prompt 3, including two of my own in the story.
Lori says she loves the writing prompts and challenges we receive in Hub Pages. She feels blessed to live in the Pacific Northwest (Washington State), where they are surrounded by the Puget Sound, Mount Rainier, Mount St. Helen's and others, lush forests, scenic ocean beaches, vast tulip fields, glorious state parks, and so much more.
Oregon is also considered the Pacific Northwest and so she has included one photo of the ocean in Cannon Beach. Lori has encouraged us to use one or more photos, and write any old way we wish to: Poetry, fiction, anything at all.
Leavenworth, Washington, is an incredibly charming location. With its fauna and flora, its verdant hue and majestic green foliage, its vast tulip fields … it is most certainly worth a visit. One can just go and bask in its magic, tugging at a background of lush forests and sky-blue hue, which comes naturally upon invitation, to kiss one’s sweet Heart.
I once heard that Cannon Beach, Oregon, was just as mesmerizing; so, dressed in a romantic mood, I decided to pay it a visit… one that was to map out the rest of my life for me forever! Strange are the ways of heaven.
A Beautiful Encounter
The first thing I noticed upon arrival, was her exquisitely beautiful face. Elegant and poised; with eyes alluringly charming, she gazed out, as if searching for infinity, across the magnificent aqua-marine waters of Cannon Beach. Beneath the heavens, the white clouds looked like soft blocks of snow in their purity, painting a tapestry of lustre, on the vast indigo sky.
I held my deck chair in my hands, but she was already sitting in hers. Feet nestling softly on the soft white sand, arms relaxed over her shoulders, her large locally made touristic string hat, dangled down the sides of her red and blue deck chair, its blue matching the colour of the sky.
I approached gentlemanly, soft smile and tender steps lighting up my path as I walked, my eyes gleaming with radiance; scanning her eyes for affinity. She turned her head slightly, me approaching from the right as our eyes made contact with each other.
“Hello there!” I said. “What a pleasant afternoon, isn’t it?”
She smiled, then looked seaward. I could see the undulating hills in the distance; the palm trees and verdant green; I could appreciate why she was so captivated by it all. Accepting the smile as a welcome, I unfolded my deck chair and sat down next to her.
“Going for a swim?” She said, in an eloquently musical voice.
“Yes.” I responded, then: “New here?”
She looked at me again, this time more intently, reading me, as if searching for my goodness.
“Yes!” She said, “But not from this country. I’m from Europe.”
And so, we continued to chat. I told her a little about me and my business, she a little about her life. She was single and 20 years old and I was 21. She said she liked an older man and so we chatted until she reminded me about my swim and I went hurriedly in, thinking only of Grace, as she was called... wanting to be with this Italian beauty.
What grace indeed! We were married three months later, and not quite nine months afterwards, we had a most beautiful baby girl named Mercy.
So now we live in the beautiful hills of Tuscany. No need to look for romance, no need for breath-taking panoramas to impress my sweetheart, as every where the air is filled with it and I ‘m stunned! Tuscany, with its small towns and incredible views, is blessing and has blessed us for many decades.
This evening, though, I’m in a different place and a most enchanting space. I feel warm and fuzzy inside, as I look skyward, a synonym for art, beauty, and romantic love. I look at the shiny gold ring on my wife’s finger, which I’m proud to say, has stood the test of time.
We sit on a bench, two elderly people looking at the sunset. A ball of light glistens from above, kisses the crest of the sea, even while reminding me of shooting stars. Zephyrs blow, as the heavenly colours wane, shadowing our background, bench and silhouette.
To my right, there’s a lone wooden marker; to my wife’s left a gate and we seem to be in the portals of an emanating Light, whispering our victory. For it is our diamond wedding anniversary and we are meeting sixty years later, on the very same beach where we first encountered.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 8th March, 2020
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