Glass Beach

I have so many different feelings when I visit this place. Sitting on one of the many cliff-faces, staring and scanning across the ocean, the "Big Pond" as I call it, I am awestruck, peaceful and serene. I get really excited when I climb the many mini-cliffs to the top, camera in tow, and I feel accomplished when I reach the top, relieved that I didn't fall, and fearful on the way up. I feel disappointed and a little frustrated when the local Park Police shoo me back over the barrier cables. I feel like a little kid in total wonderment as I sift through all of the polished glass on that part of the beach, and I discover the very rare piece of blue glass: Acheologist Extraodinaire!!!!! I feel heartbroken at the history of how Glass Beach came to be, and how that history is still polluting the ocean today. I feel pride of the other history, the military history of Fort Bragg. I feel the pull of the ocean, calling me, like Siren Song, a sense of longing and loneliness come over me. I feel like I need to live in cabin on the beach, or a houseboat just off the coastline. I feel reconnected to the world, and to myself, and an overwhelming sense of dread and loss when I have to leave. I feel a sense of purpose and hope when I spontaneiously decide to go back. I feel like everything is right with the world as I sit on the beach, and watch the sun set.