It's hot in the sun, the beach is bouncing with children, colored balls and seagulls scurring along the shore. Red umbrellas flutter in the north easterly breeze that keeps things cool and broad-brimmed sun hats flapping.
I feel life renewing itself all around me.
We've all stepped into another world closing the door on city streets and honking cabs, market reports and grouchy co-workers. There are no lawns to be mowed here, no trash to haul and appointments can wait until next week. Worries and sadness can be buried in the sand or run off down the beach or tossed out to sea for an hour or two.
All I have to do today is lean back in the sunshine, listen to the ocean and breathe. This may be a small piece of Heaven that's drifted to earth. I'm glad it landed where I am.
Out of half closed eyes I see children chasing a gull they'll never catch, and team of young men, their hair glossy with sea water, young bodies muscled and tanned, moving in step down the beach, approaching a team of bikinied lovlies, walking in step towards them. They toss their heads in feigned nonchalance - like the wild ponies that run on the beaches further north of here.
They meet and slowly pass each other.The girls giggle, the young men stare at the sand, clear their throats, trying not to grin. Except for one who separates from the team, walks backwards and yells, "Ohhh baby!"
Courage deserts in the sound of their delighted laughter and the boys canter off down the beach.
Cruising the beach. Life renewing itself. Warm, happy and young.
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