Unfinished Symphony (Logan 3)

and there it was . . . the Pacific Ocean. Just the sight

of the waves and the vast silvery blue water pulled at

my heart. I thought about Cary and May and walking

on the beach with Kenneth's dog Ulysses at my heels.

I remembered the wind in my hair, the smell of the

salt air, the sound of the terns above me, the

wonderful feeling of being alive and part of nature. Spike was right. We started out in a city and

moments later, here we were, parking on a bluff

overlooking a long stretch of beach.

"Let's walk over to the fence and look down

over the Pacific Coast Highway." He got out and

opened my door. I took a deep breath, felt myself

relax, and then stepped out. "C'mon, follow me," he

urged.

We walked over the grassy area where there

were benches and where some older people were

sitting around their portable folding tables and playing

cards.

"This is Santa Monica," Spike explained. "It's a

great little beach community, full of European tourists

as well as locals. There's the Santa Monica Pier," he

said pointing down the beach. "See the Ferris wheel.

There's a merry-go-round there, too. It's fun! People

are just coming off the beach," he added, nodding

toward the shoreline below us. Cars rushed by on the

Pacific Coast Highway and in the distance, the sun

hovered between two clouds and just over the horizon.

"That's Malibu," Spike said, continuing his

explanation. "Pretty, isn't it? Sometimes, when I don't

get anywhere in an audition, I stop by and just gaze