I think I am the only one who rushes to the beach in weather like this
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 timeI'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
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.
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.
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
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.
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