Sunday Afternoon Beach Report

The sand was a tangle of things this afternoon.

The ocean churned up, the breakers murky with sand, or algae, or crud washed in from the rains.

Looking back toward the dunes, clouds towered like mountains.

 A group of adolescent boys jousted with bamboo. The frightening whack and thwack of the branches was undone by their shrieks--voices still undistinguishable from the voices of little girls.

Beach goers found other uses for the bamboo too.

Some of us were content to sit and wonder at all of it.

Sometimes I wonder how things might have turned out if I'd raised my children here.