The Thinking Place

In the summer, the best place to think is The Cliff-- but no ordinary cliff. It hovers over the most expansive, beautiful, shimmering, sea you ever will see. She shimmers and shines like a new topaz diamond. I call this my thinking place. Here, I am reminded of all the beautiful accomplishments God has achieved, forming this wonderful world. Only God could have created a sea as enticing as the afternoon sky on a clear sunny day, drawing a smile from all who witness her beauty. My thinking place. When all troubles of life overwhelm me, I come to The Cliff. It is my confidante, who holds my secrets and never tells I bare my soul to her, my friend, my thinking place.