Three years ago, just after my wife discovered she was pregnant with our first child, she informed me we were taking a vacation since, in her words, it would be the last time we could go together "for years". Flash forward to Christmas, when I am informed that before Child 2.0 arrived we were having a "romantic getaway" for similar reasons. Hence the trip to the Oregon Coast.
I could talk about the fabulous place we stayed or the sights we saw, but overall tonight I keep going back to the ideas that flowed from being there. Time and again I would find myself transfixed by something I witnessed and out of it find myself inspired by unrelated ideas. For instance, at the Seal Lion Caves I found myself thinking of a Pirate Story, an invasion tale, and several others all while teasing my wife about the odds of witnessing an killer whale attack; which of course, would have been the best story of all. Watching the Light house beams cut through the fog I found myself considering the stars, and how would an interstellar society would attract attention to dangers or even to themselves.
I guess the short form of the experience is a dream engine the likes of which I haven't seen in a long time. I tend to grind down in the details of work and lose my sense of wonder. I'd like to thank the state of Oregon for shipping it back for me.
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