Baby boomers catching a wave
The sun's occasional "I'm still here" warming me from between patches of the marine layer
I'm sitting on the steps of a private residence whose tenants are most certainly away, as the off season is coming to a close, and signs are posted, ironically, on the friendly rocks which say "keep off." This seems so contradictory to us, the family of beach-goers, we who gladly share the sand and sun and wet wonder that is the ocean wave.
A brown squirrel scampers in front of me and I swear he's wearing a name tag that says "Chip"...or at least he wears his name by his appearance, just like those guys who you can tell are named Stan or Joe just by looking at them.
There's a slight impending doom brought on by the thundering crashes of the tide coming in, but no one seems to care. Especially the two 7-year-old girls in pink swimsuits, ruffles on their hips, who know no fear. A couple wakes from their sandy bed as the infant between them announces it's time to go home.
The surfers come in and peel off their wet suits and I remember the bathtub water the Atlantic boasted in my childhood in Florida. Well, we have better waves here in the Pacific. And no bugs.
The sun hasn't yet started to paint the sky, and so,
I stay a little longer.
Lord, I love it here.