Still Here

I’m still here. The view is stunning across the vast ocean even though the white cliffs of Dover, once momentous in their beauty, are nearly immersed by the ocean’s wrath. The sun lingers closely now, and I can only venture out to look over the waves when the moon and stars are shining across the expanse of the night sky. I think the universe is really angry. We were careless and neglectful of our earthly treasures. I don’t blame it, but it’s taking aim at our beloved landmarks, completely innocent of man’s foul deeds It’s like I’m lost somewhere on the edge of tomorrow’s promise, fearing the unknown. What more can happen? I wonder. I can’t imagine what the next century will bring to these once loved cliffs – if they manage to survive the onslaught of the sun's rays. Only twenty-seven more years before we'll see.

Even though I’m all alone here, I’m not really lonely. You know me – I’ve always been an introvert and enjoyed my time with me. I spend my days writing, often nonsensical notes (like this) to imaginary friends (like you), and in my world, I’ve already managed to publish my twenty-second novel. Gee, but can you believe it? My twenty-first novel is up for the Pulitzer Prize. Guess there are some perks to this imaginary, solitary existence.

Well, until we meet again, may the force be with you (not sure what that actually means, but may it be with you all the same)....