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Back and forth, soothing and calm, the waves tirelessly perform their timeless dance. We sit upon the rocky coast of the northwest, bundled up in Patagonia from head to toe. Essentially it was the only brand worn from November to March. My boyfriend Daniel and I cozy up and admire the beautiful ocean we have grown up with, it remains constant in our hectic lives and is a source of comfort for us. I run my hands along the smooth pebbles at the waters edge in between 2 large rocks. I pull one out to admire and Daniel dries it with the edge of his fleece. It’s a small rock with a brownish gray hue. It was about the size of a babies fist, round and light. I put it in my pocket and we get up; hand in hand and start down the beachfront. Our gazes drifts from the familiar scenery to each others feet to each others face with a quiet smile. Visiting this place has almost become religious for us. The color of the beach all pertaining to a similar sandy gray and brown color with the water a deep pensive blue. Our boots squishing in the sand in unison and our faces ruddy from the wind as we continue down a never-ending coast. Today was different though; I spotted green, not a muted gray green but a bright spring green. A tiny green leaf peaked behind a piece of drift would and as I looked closed there was a small yellow flower about the tiny of a fingernail attached to the end.