By May we will have forgotten the effects of the pounding winter ocean.
Today though, on a sunny day; not at all like spring, I braved the 37 degrees plus wind-chill to visit the sea. I stared out my car windshield to the teal water, blasted the heat and tried to employ enough imagination for the billowing cumulus and the hard-packed sand to convince me it was summer.
But I couldn’t tune out the sound of the front-end loader beeping as it plowed mountains of sand from where the sea had deposited it in the parking lot. When I arrived, the driver was a rolling a telephone pole back toward its usual resting place at the edge of the sand—where beachgoers sit to remove shoes or watch the waves pour in. One of our many storms heaved that pole like a piece of driftwood to the other end of the rutted parking lot.
During our Boxing Day storm, fencing strung between the water and the dunes crumpled under the spume of ocean; the remaining posts spent the rest of the winter, uselessly leaning in competing directions.
Amid the mess though, someone found time for a laugh.
Happy Friday folks! Hope you have wonderful weekend plans.
