I was blessed by a full day at the beach yesterday. Here are some pictures from my day and a couple descriptions I had fun writing :)
They chased the foam dripping back into the sea, then fled before each new wave with joyous peals. It was a race, them and the water, yet one they did not mind to lose.
Even at the beach, where cool currents lowered the temperature by a handful of degrees, hair frizzed and the air was heavy. The morning sun sucked dampness from the sand up into a glowing haze. Waves leapt over porous rocks at the foot of the cliffs, and the spray glinted brighter than diamonds.
The girl breathed, “It’s magical. It’s a real-life fairy-tale,” and forgot for the moment about the heat.
I had forgotten the wild of the sea. Standing at its brink, I wondered how I ever escaped the inexorable call of the deep. Light and sound crashed over me, draining me of the black and white city doldrums, filling me with gold and turquoise and midnight and silver until every cell gleamed with light and joy.
I was alive, renewed, enlightened.
White foam raced over my toes, crept up my ankles, and broke through my stupor.
I stepped forward and answered the call of the sea.