My companion and I walked down to the beach and sat on the plastic chairs. It was night. The sound of the waves breaking was loud. It was poetry. It was night but it was not totally dark. We were silhouetted by a big beam of light shining behind us from the beach house. The light cast shadows on the sand beneath our feet, and it made the ground look like the surface of the moon.
My companion could not keep quiet. She repeated in wonder: the weather is beautiful!
It was cool down by the beach and the wind blowing was refreshing. Not chilly yet. Just stimulating the senses. The word is invigorating.
My companion repeated: listen to the waves!
It was a succession of blessings, wonderment, and repeated commands to look! See! Isn’t it amazing?
I smiled mostly. At intervals, I murmured an agreement.
I could not get into a meditative mood. My companion, though enthralled with the view, could not settle down enough to absorb it.
She was like an excited child.
Soon, I started off on a tangent just like that out of the blue. That is what the sea does to me. It stirs memories. Out of a big murky cauldron, come figments of my life. I started to talk. My companion was silent long enough to listen to my storytelling.
She then turned to the sea and started to exalt again.
I picked up my camera and took a few shots of her profile. She was so excited at the results, she immediately posted to Twitter. She had to share with the rest of the world where she was, and the glory of the view.
I gazed up at the stars and thought about how minute we are in this vast universe. A trite and tired thought but no less wondrous no matter how many times we contemplate the insignificance of matters in the whole scheme of things.
The roar of the breakers increased and we decided to walk. My feet squished into the damp sand, enjoying the feel of the wet grains between my toes. My companion chose to keep her shoes on. I wanted to urge her to shed them, to touch Mother Earth. I kept quiet.
There was no moon. But the lights from the beach houses shone brightly as ten moons.
We went back up to the beach house.
