Arrival photo from the deck.
Last night I felt like a nine year old anticipating the first day of school. I kept looking at my digital clock (something I didn’t have when I was nine) and made myself stay in bed until 5 before arising to prepare for a 6 o’clock launch to my CBTS. Actually I got off at 6:10, still in plenty of time to miss commuter traffic. The place is wonderfully unchanged--the rooms, and of course the view from the deck. I put my stuff in exactly the same spots as last year, and the year before, and headed for the beach.
This first walk of the season was about sea gulls, at least that’s what I particularly noticed. The gulls were all very calm as they walked and lay around, seeming not to notice the few human beings who were on the beach with them. Maybe they were still used to the hundreds of sunbathers and water play enthusiasts of three months ago.
I was also calm, and oh, so grateful. There was just the right kind of silence-- the waves drowned out the noise of cars going by. There was plenty of solitude-- just enough folks to nod to so I didn’t feel lonely. There simplicity-- at least my life felt simple. And it still does.
This first walk of the season was about sea gulls, at least that’s what I particularly noticed. The gulls were all very calm as they walked and lay around, seeming not to notice the few human beings who were on the beach with them. Maybe they were still used to the hundreds of sunbathers and water play enthusiasts of three months ago.
I was also calm, and oh, so grateful. There was just the right kind of silence-- the waves drowned out the noise of cars going by. There was plenty of solitude-- just enough folks to nod to so I didn’t feel lonely. There simplicity-- at least my life felt simple. And it still does.
