Well, it turned out that I didn’t need the TV. Emails and Face Book alerted me to conditions closer to home: reports of a foot of snow and still coming down, along with comments of both elation and annoyance at another snow day, told me all I needed to know. Off went the TV and computer, and on to the deck I went to enjoy the magnificent high tide. In just an hour the view morphed from zero visible at sunrise to a Currier & Ives picture across the bay.
A walk is definitely in my afternoon plans. I doubt I will have the beach to myself, as I did yesterday; people and dogs will be out. We will be friendly because we are happy that the storm is over and proud that we experienced it just because we live here. We will wave and smile.
But what about all those rocks piled up along the sea wall? Will they still be there, or will they have returned to the sea? Undoubtedly scientist have answers to explain the ever-changing persona of the beach, but… behind the technical answers lies the ultimate mystery. That’s why I’m staying here another day, that’s why I’m walking the beach one more time. I love living in the mystery.