“See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me
And no one knows, how far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I’ll know, if I go there’s just no telling how far I’ll go” – How far I’ll Go ~ Moana
“Opportunities are like sunrises. If you wait too long, you miss them.” ~ William Arthur Ward
With all my adventures lately, I have been remiss in recapping one of my most favorite which occurred when I traveled to Fire Island. From the moment I knew I was wanderlusting here, everyone I told, would reply about how amazing it is and how it was their favorite place to visit.
With that high praise I had even higher expectations. Having a crammed full couple of days, I knew my exploring would be limited to the early dawn. While I had set my alarm as a precautionary measure it was completely unnecessary. The sound of distant waves and trees whispering their secrets were my soundtrack for not just a restful sleep, but also a wake up call beckoning me to come explore.
With Labor Day long behind us, the island was even quieter in the early dawn hours. Each narrow path felt like a tropical paradise, a cross between a Southern Plantation and a Caribbean island. With bamboo and weeping willows to exquisitely tall sea grass and exotic trees and flowers, the island ran the gamut of nature and shrubbery becoming a hybrid of the many beaches around the world. It also had the added benefit of having a nature preserve where the animals were so tame, it wasn’t unusual to have a deer come up, say hello and maybe even give you a kiss.
At that time of morning though I truly felt like I was the only one on the Island. Not even Bambi had awoken.
The weather hinted at fall as the wind rustled my clothes and gave me hair that even Beyoncé would die for. Having sustained an astronomical amount of damage during Superstorm Sandy, where I was staying, the dunes had been built up to small hills hiding the beach from view. As I walked along the paths only wide enough for a couple people to walk on, I could see the sky brightening and with it my breath in excitement.
I hurried up the wooden stairs which felt a bit like the plank from Peter Pan As I reached the top of a small look out it seemed like the world had opened up to me. The sun was beginning to wake, kissing the sky a good morning and sharing its vibrant colors in what felt like a private show just for me.
I stood there for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes, taking it all in, before I descended the stairs to the sandy beach. I was in heaven as I walked along the arenicolous shores. Occasionally I would look for treasure, exploring shells and even finding pieces of sea glasses. The water was a warm seventy with teasing waves which danced in a flirtatious game with me, as I would run to avoid them. I felt like a kid again.
Sitting on the rocks, I had always felt like I was the only one in the world at Two Lights. It was nothing compared to what I felt that day on the beach. Maybe because it IS an Island with literally nothing for the foreseeable future. Perhaps because with the huge waves (they were humongous) rolling in threatening to pull you out towards nothing but a line in the horizon where just maybe, you might fall of the face of the earth because it looks flat. I am not sure. But as I sat there, I truly felt the tug of solitude and it was incredible.
I could have sat there for hours. Alas, life called as the sun began to rise higher in the sky. People began to venture out, as I began my walk back with a heart that didn’t want to leave this magical place, but was so much happier having experienced it.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I turned for one last look, and promised another visit soon.