What I did on my summer vacation. (NSFW-ish)

Thanks all for the kind words following yesterday's post. It was a hard one to write but your kindness means the world to me.

The posts won't all be sad though. I'm trying to share as much as myself as I can as honestly and as openly as possible. To know me you have to know that pain - you also need to know my joy.

Like the vacation I just got back from.

I went to the ocean which is something everyone should do if they have the opportunity. Not the coasts that are pocked with resorts and cottages - but rugged cliffs and rock faces and barely touched, remote beaches that you have to hike in to access.

There is no greater religion than the relentless crashing of waves under a deep, starry sky. It humbles the soul when you ponder both the vast expanses of the universe and the unstoppable power of the sea all at the same time.

What I found particularly beautiful was watching a storm roll in on what was a clear sky. It came from a distance. Small flashes on the horizon that grew into chains of lightning through the clouds and striking the waters.

As the storm approached there came the point where safety became an issue and we retreated to the tent. The sounds and lights were magnificent through the nylon walls.

We made love then - Mrs. Wikky and me. As the world seemed to rapture around us. Rain and wind tore at the tent the sea pounded the coast. And we defied the tempest. The earth. The sky. The sea. Nothing compared to the cataclysm of the flesh.

We fell asleep in each others arms. Her head on my chest. Her breathing slowing as she recovered from the passionate embrace. The universe in all its grandeur is nothing compared to her. Her heart beating silencing the thunder. Her moans rising above the winds.

I'm always entertained by the sexual bravado of the young. As though the first times are the best that they will ever be.

One day they'll figure it out - the intimate knowledge of one anothers' bodies coupled with years of practice and the experience to make the event of love memorable. The awkward fumbling of young people who have no idea what they're doing is not even close to love in the decades making.

I have a great marriage. We've survived a lot. We've survived me which is quite the accomplishment.

To know me is to know this part of me too. Love. Sex. Marriage. I promised you a window into the soul unfiltered. This is what the journey is going to be like.

W.