One of my annual chores is to put out walkway boards at a beach I caretake.
So yesterday I went to the beach.
At home it was calm, sunny and warm.
When I arrived at the beach it was still sunny.
Wavetops gleamed white in the sun.
There was a line of unaccompanied dog tracks on the sand.
Where was that critter going, so steadily and purposefully?
I got the first load of path pallets off the truck, and went home for the second load. While I was getting the second batch, a south wind came up.
I returned to a beach in fog.
Looking to the east while on the walkway, this is what I saw.
The view from the top of the dunes.
Standing at the edge of the Atlantic —
I saw only three things: fog, water, and sand.