Forces of Nature: Continental Drift
Continental drift that created the Atlantic Ocean has long been the bane of lovers.
It has been thus from the brutish, yet loving couple in Pangea who woke up on a steamy Triassic summer day to find the one with whom they had snuggled the night before on the far side of a freshwater lake filled overnight when torrential rains flooded their rift valley, to couples of the 21st century. We can imagine the former, we know the latter: she with her bare feet on a sandy Virginia barrier island beach, waving, inconsolable, to her lover standing on a cliff at Pointe de Corsen on the western coast of France, their tears adding to the salinity of thousands of miles of gray Atlantic rollers. They stoically accepts their fate as the firmament they stand on sails apart, an inch each year, as it has relentlessly down through the years and millennia even as the world changes and grows ever older. For now, and for perhaps a little while longer, there is his red horizontally striped shirt and beret and the scent of garlic, while he sees her scarf, his gift of the finest water-silk, waving on the North American breezes.
Yet Ms. Virginia and Monsieur Pierre-Paul, though separated by trackless, storm tossed waves, sharks, Soviet submarines and other hazards of the ocean deep, hold true with the knowledge that one day, though it be in the remote future, they will be together when North America and Eurasia also unite as the Pacific Ocean closes.