I'm going to give you this.
Friday the 13th was my first day unemployed - a very lucky day indeed - so I went to the beach.
The weather was completely different from when I was there three weeks ago with Anne, but I had the same scarf and, surprisingly, the same nail polish!
The beach had been completely rearranged, with rolling sand berms and driftwood everywhere. I imagine the same weather conditions that fed Hurricane Cristina had something to do with this. We had strong winds 50 miles inland the other day, and it was obvious the beach got a spanking.
Except for the Corps of Engineers ship going in and out of the river entrance, I had the place almost to myself.
I walked, I ate a picnic lunch, I wrote in the sand and talked to myself - loudly. I walked in the cold water as long as I could and let the waves chase me in and out. I took a lot of photos for the next Scavenger Hunt, and I kind of just played.
I didn't see another human being for over an hour!
For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), it’s always our self we find in the sea. e.e. cummings