Foggy.
Can't see 6 feet in front of me.
This is heaven ... really, it is.
Fog is a bit of heaven that has moved down to be a little closer to earth.
As I step out onto
the sand,
I feel like I've
stepped
into an envelope of time
I'm alone ... no one else is silly enough to be here, but me.
What a beautifully bizarre feeling....
like I'm queen of the shore line.
Mistress of my sand castle
O subjects,
Crown me with a star fish.
All that's audible
are the
sandpipers and the seagulls ...
Sandpiper is
getting louder.
I hear wings beating.
Now it's diving at
me, Swooping.
Must be too close
to it's
nest, but I can't even see it.
Guess I should head
closer
to the water's edge.
I can't help it. I
like
walking close to the water....where sand looks glassy there.
Makes you feel like
you're
walking on water.
Hmmm...my sneakers
are wet.
Think I'll move up a bit.
There goes a little
piping
plover, running with it's two little legs like propellers.
Peeping loudly
Shhh .... It's
okay. I won't
hurt you.
Ah ... think I can
almost
see the sand dunes now...
The dunes are
covered by
the fog
all I can see are
their
tips.
I think they look
like little
mountains from this distance,
peeking out from
under their
blankets.
I wonder...
Who
tucks them in at night?
This cooling
haze....the
air is beautiful and clean
Like freshly-cut
cucumber....
"sweet atomized
mist" as
my good friend so aptly describes it
And it revives, as
it fills
my lungs
Reaching the
end of
my walk, I turn to look at the shore once more.
I pluck a few wild
raspberries
growing alongside the weathered board walk.
[Whoo...that one
wasn't
ripe enough!]
Tell me......
How does one leave such a place?
I want to stay
forever....
To see the tides change the shoreline...
smoothing the rough rocks over a time
To leave this place behind will be like leaving a bit of myself.
Like when a honey bee stings, leaving its stinger behind.
Silly comparison,
but fitting.
