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An Unnamed Memory

Posted by Jody on September 7, 2013

Today’s Featured Guest Writer is Dean K. Miller.


An Unnamed Memory

An Unnamed Memory

I read about an unnamed beach the other day, though I knew which one it was. Setting aside the present, I left the now and spiraled back to the moments in my past.

An angry sea lashed against the rocks and cliffs along the shore and the setting sun appeared unsure if it should hasten its descent amidst the fury. Then, a new day—the sea and waves more gentle. Their fury dissipated, they caressed the coves and tidal pools that gave sanctuary to the creatures seeking refuge from yesterday’s passing storm.

Another sunset provides a back drop as a younger me flies a kite in the off-shore breeze. It is a simpler time, with fewer responsibilities. My choice: to stay or go home. Deciding to stay meant another day to surf, another day to hike the rainforests, or another day to build sand castles. It was my time to choose. Life held all its promises, but I was happier to push them toward the future.

Maybe I’d head into town, pointing my desires at the bakery which stood amidst the trinket shops along the main thoroughfare. The delicious aromas wafted down the narrow street, drawing me in like a moth to a porch light. Fluttering around the display cases, I eyed the treats contained within. Finally, to avoid deciding, I chose several different selections.

Or maybe, on rare occasion, I’d pick just a single donut. Dipping it into a steaming mug of hot chocolate, I’d watch the rain beat against the window. Nearby trees slanted seaward, straining to hold their ground, defying the strong, onshore gusts. The ocean was dark and gray, barely visible through the falling drops.

Braving the storm I wander onto the sand. Finding the right spot, it was possible to taste both the salty mist from the sea and the fresh water of the rain as they soaked me from head to toe. In the background a lighthouse and fog horn worked in concert, adding a touch of dramatic atmosphere in their routines of guidance to safe passage.

It was there, amidst the chaos of weather and waves, I felt alive. It was there I found tranquility. It was there I would smile.


About the author: Dean K Miller is a freelance writer living in Loveland, CO. His work has appeared in Chicken Soup of the Soul: Parenthood, Torrid Literature Journal IV: and other online and print magazines. He returns to the beach and wets his toes as often as possible. Read more at:

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12 Responses to “An Unnamed Memory”

  1. Jody said

    Dean, thank you so much for reminding us that our very best beach treasures cannot be displayed on the fireplace mantel. They are the joyful memories that are happily tucked away into the special places of our hearts.

  2. nutsfortreasure said

    Wonderful post!

  3. Reblogged this on Icanbeatit.

  4. Greg said

    Beautifully expressed! Having lived near ocean beaches when I was in the Navy I could feel these phrases. I could remember doing those things. Thanks for the memories.

  5. […] My essay An Unnamed Memory appears this week as a guest post at: […]

  6. This reminds me of being a kid and experiencing the Florida Gulf Coast for the first time. Walking the beach on a foggy morning was the best (and also the scariest for a kid), because then I felt truly alone. It was deliciously creepy.

    • Jody said

      Patricia, it sounds wonderful! We’re big fans of the Florida Gulf Coast too. Fog can really add something special to the whole beach experience. Thanks so much for stopping by and sharing!

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