Fisherman on Wells Beach (c) W. Hersee |
The sea is very different each day. The feeling of the mist on your face on a cool, overcast morning is as enjoyable as the scent of sunblock soaked sand on a 90 degree day. The gentle sound of the tide going out is so different than the heavy surf coming in when there is a storm at sea. Both are wonderful, both enjoyed equally.
I could sit and watch the sea roll in, and then out, again forever. This passive act is perfect for thinking, dwelling, and pondering about nothing more than nothing at all. Sometimes that is the very best thing to do. It justifies that staring
A young girl enjoys the sunrise on Wells Beach (c) W. Hersee |
This summer we plan on doing a lot of mindless staring off to sea. We are getting quite good at it, almost to the level of making it an Olympic sport.
Watching the surf chase the Sandpipers up and down the sand is therapeutic--it actually cleanses the head, washing all the debris that has accumulated in those hard to purge recesses. It is a healthy thing to do. There is a renewal that occurs, and one can feel it as it is happening. It is not an act of laziness, in fact, if done correctly it surpasses being lazy.
Fishing on the Jetty at Wells Beach (c) W. Hersee |
Nature is cunning, and manipulative that way. We plan on being victims of manipulation on the beach a lot this summer, and we will be better people for it.
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