So there's a pier close to Los Angeles, actually in the city of Santa Monica. It's a fabulous place with lots of restaurants, rides, arcades, gift shops, food carts, and other suitably date-like or touristy stuff.

It's a place that I love. But I only love it for one reason. It was where my husband and I went on our first date. We actually had dinner at Polly's House of Pies in Santa Monica, which is not on the pier. But we went to the pier right after. We could only afford one ride, and we chose the ferris wheel.

This ferris wheel, known as The Pacific Wheel, is the world's largest solar-powered ferris wheel. It's 85 feet high and is located near the end of the pier, so when you're at the top, you feel almost like you're on the ocean.

Because this object is very important to me, I wrote two things. First off, I wrote an ode. It's a little less personal, but embodies how I feel about the ferris wheel, and what the ride on it symbolizes to me.




The second thing that I wrote is a letter. It's to the ferris wheel itself, and let's the ferris wheel know exactly how I feel and why.





After several weekends of rain, business, conferences, and other life necessities, my husband and I headed off to the pier.


We arrived at the pier at about 10:30 in the morning. 





It was really crowded.



Knowing that the park staff would not allow me to hang the paper if they caught me, I prepared ahead of time.




Then we headed in. 

I hung them quickly on the pole next to the entrance to the line. 




They were right next to the wheel and to the people running the ride.




They were blowing pretty hard, so C.M. added some more tape.



People did read them. 



We walked away to be a little less conspicuous. 

When I came back about 20 minutes later, they had been removed.  At least some people were able to see how I feel about the wheel, and hopefully it brought some happiness to others.