Took a pleasant stroll along the coast walk in Pacific Grove today (day after Thanksgiving and in need of burning off turkey, stuffing, gravy, assorted other aggregations of celebratory food). The sun was shining, calm sea, small birds making merry melodies, plump children gamboling happily about, etc.
I was pleased to see a young couple, love shining in their eyes, getting married on a grassy promontory overlooking the ocean. Very picturesque. I’m afraid the first thought that entered my mind when I noticed them in the process of entering marital bliss was: what if a Great White Shark suddenly jumped up behind them from the ocean and nabbed one half of the happy couple? That would be quite a startling surprise for everyone involved. I imagine everyone would experience a thrilling rush of adrenaline. Particularly the clerical person officiating, as such an event might cause her to question her presuppositions about the divine hand of providence (assuming such providence has some influence with Great White Sharks).
Then, of course, my second thought (a much more practical thought) was: silly me; Great White Sharks can jump, but not twenty feet straight up into the air.
My third thought (also somewhat practical) was: but what if Great White Sharks figured out how to make lassos out of sea weed?
When I expressed this train of thought on Facebook, a learned friend of mine (Angelika, you know who you are) pointed out (incorrectly, as I’ll explain later) the complete lack of romanticism in my musings. Actually, I think my thinking on grassy promontories, Great White Sharks and the shockingly bereaved young newlywed is quite romantic. Can you imagine the story she would able to tell for decades to come? There wouldn’t be a dry eye in the house. I doubt the maestro of sad romances himself, Nicholas Sparks, would not be able to beat such a tale.
And a tale it is. What’s more, it would certainly put Pacific Grove on the map.