Waving from such great heights

They were on the top of eagle rock, and he slid beside her from the left. She had that calm about her, the hair flowing in the mild winds. There was a couple relaxing on the rocks as he whispered to her how beautiful she looked in the twilight. Perched atop with a good look of a part of santa monica mountains they could see the ocean in a distance. How much she loved the ocean; she would say, longingly, so often … “I wanna see the ocean…” its tumultuous waves crashing the shore matching the tempest of her emotions.