miracles will happen
Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous.
Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude
or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful.
Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in
the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure
whatever comes.
Those who live there can witness spectacular sunrises and sunsets every day of the year, both
taking place over the expanse of the mighty Atlantic Ocean.
Jamie was bundled up heavily, standing beside me on the edge of the Iron Steamer Pier as this perfect southern evening descended. I pointed off into the distance and told her to wait. I could see our breaths, two of hers to every one of mine. I had to support Jamie as we stood up there-she seemed lighter than the leaves of a tree that had fallen in autumn-but i knew that it would be worth it.
In time the glowing, cratered moon began its seeming rise from the sea, casting a prism of light acoss the slowly darkening water, splitting itself into a thousand different parts, each more beautiful than the last. At exactly the same moment, the sun was meeting the horizon in the opposite direction, turning the sky red and orage and yellow, as if heaven above had suddenly opened its gates and let all its beauty escape its holy confines. The ocean turned golden silver as the shifting colours reflected off it, waters rippling and sparkling with the changing light, the vision glorious, almost like the beginning of time. The sun continued to lower itself, casting its glow as far as the eye could see, before finally, slowly, vanishing beneath the waves. The moon continued its slow drift upward, shimmering as it turned a thousand different shades of yellow, each paler than the last, before finally becoming the colour of the stars.
Jamie watched all this in silence, my arm tight around her, her breathing shallow and weak. As the sky was finally turning to black and the first twinkling lights began to appear in the distant southern sky, i took her in my arms. I gently kissed both her cheeks and then finally, her lips.
"That," i said, "is exactly how i feel about you."
- A Walk to Remember