I’m curious about something, Nathan thought to Misha,
who wondered if he was also sharing the conversation with Pike.
He is. Pike replied. Misha shot him a grateful look
and lolled out his tongue to lick a paw, though his focus was on the turtle
head that had just poked out from the surface of the water.
You mentioned that your friend wanted to go to New
Orleans and was fascinated by the food and culture there, Nathan thought. But
you never mentioned what fascinated you, or where you’d hoped to visit.
That’s because it was nowhere near as interesting.
Why not let us be the judge of that, Pike thought.
I wanted to see the ocean, Misha replied. That’s
all. It doesn’t matter which ocean, Atlantic, Pacific, either one will do. I
just want to stand in the face of all that majesty, dig my toes in the sand and
feel the waves break against my hips as the water splashes over me.
You paint a beautiful picture with just your words,
Nathan said. We’ve never seen the ocean either. The closest we’ve come was
still hundreds of miles away from it.
We want to see it though. Pike insisted. It’s
hard to imagine how vast it is, and how powerful. I bet it’s hard to feel
anything but insignificant in the face of all those rolling waves, especially
in the midst of a storm.
Wow!
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