Aurel's laurels

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Someone said recently that the huge difference between the Atlantic, which I take this to be, and the Pacific, of which I have very little experience, is that the Pacific does not smell like the Atlantic. In fact, that it hardly smells at all. I would like to spend some of the rest of my life somewhere where I can watch the sun set beyond a great expanse of water. Each day would remind me that I am nearing the end of my life and each sunrise would fill me with the joy of still being alive. There is a place at the mouth of the Saint Lawrence of great desolate beauty, where one can see spectacular sunrises and sunsets (1). I would build me a log cabin there for those times when my wife and children seem separate from that other non conjugal side of myself. That side of myself that finds contentment sitting alone on a train or writing nothings on my blog.

(1) I heard about this place on the radio so I'm not sure of the spelling. It sounded like Riefert Garden in Metis sur Mer in the Gaspe. I've checked it on Google Earth and there is a spit of land with a lighthouse on the end, which would indeed have views due East and due West.