orcas island. what it feels like to be in love.

"i am not sure if i really know how to tell whether i am in love," i heard him say.

i imagined shouting, "yes, you do! of course you do!"

but i didn't.

because do we? do any of us really know how to describe with certainty what it feels like to be in love? how do we know? is it ever just one feeling? can it be pointed to and measured with precision and accuracy, like the temperature of a fever-ridden patient? "yep, 102.5 degrees. you, sir, are definitely in love."

or is it indefinable? isn't romantic love too slippery and elusive a thing to nail down with words? isn't that why it is precious and sought after? isn't that why there are more lines of poetry dedicated to love than to anything else in the universe?

maybe being in love feels like...

maybe being in love feels like a soft, cloudy day so clear you can see mt. baker from the anacortes ferry line.

maybe being in love feels like a soft, cloudy day so clear you can see mt. baker from the anacortes ferry line.

maybe being in love feels like a fresh cup of vanilla coffee in the morning, next to 15 different shades of pink and blue green sharpies and a brand new blank notebook, with nowhere else to be for hours, and hours.

maybe being in love feels like a fresh cup of vanilla coffee in the morning, next to 15 different shades of pink and blue green sharpies and a brand new blank notebook, with nowhere else to be for hours, and hours.

maybe being in love, in a quiet moment of solitude, feels like the ripple of a raindrop that fell without a sound from the fog, past the cedars, and into a mountain lake that took you all day to find.

maybe being in love, in a quiet moment of solitude, feels like the ripple of a raindrop that fell without a sound from the fog, past the cedars, and into a mountain lake that took you all day to find.

maybe being in love feels like standing on the edge of a rock cliff at obstruction pass with the deep turquoise sea one hundred feet below, knees weak, stomach tightening with a pinch of vertigo - then spotting a seal as she floats like a mermaid with her eyes and nose just above the surface of the water and stares up at you from so far below.

maybe being in love feels like standing on the edge of a rock cliff at obstruction pass with the deep turquoise sea one hundred feet below, knees weak, stomach tightening with a pinch of vertigo - then spotting a seal as she floats like a mermaid with her eyes and nose just above the surface of the water and stares up at you from so far below.

maybe being in love feels like watching a pilot walk to the float plane at deer harbor, after he kisses you goodbye. the palpable sense of a never-ending adventure.

maybe being in love feels like watching a pilot walk to the float plane at deer harbor, after he kisses you goodbye. the palpable sense of a never-ending adventure.