Setting in the west the Sun leaves us in the shadows.
Sun so bright the ocean water and sand are warm.
Where does seaweed come from and how long has it drifted in the ocean before washing ashore? And then where does it go?
This isn’t a typical beach day. It is a Father’s Day. These days make me sad and force me to avoid people more than the usual. The attention is uncomfortable even when shared with an entire country.
And so I drift to the shore like seaweed to be among strangers arriving and those leaving having spent there entire day in sand.
Untiring breeze touches me and calms my thoughts. The sensation of traveling this wind evokes. The high and low static of the waves.
I remember digging troughs in the sand in wait for water to enter and complete my sand castle. The princess inside held captive by an moxie crew of assorted shells.