Insert Sound of Crashing Waves {wish you were here…}{16}

So. If I had taken my camera (phone) or even my “real” camera down to the beach with me this morning I would have taken a picture and shared it with you.  As it was, I had no camera and had to record the image with my mind.  Remember? When that was generally the way things worked?

I just got back to our rental house from an hour or so on the beach with my Girl.  Just the two of us.  And when I say, “just the two of us”, I’m being literal.  The beaches here are empty at this time of year.  Because it’s winter?  I find that explanation hard to believe – it’s 88 degrees out (okay, it’s only 86 right now), not a cloud in the flawless blue sky, and there is a lovely breeze to balance the shining hot sun… And still, it was just her – and me.  Usually she is in the water playing (loudly) with her brother – and they can be as loud and obnoxious as they want because the sound of the surf is much LOUDER and there is no one (save me, and Mr. Social Media) to hear them.  Today though, the two of us had the beach to ourselves – we had the entire ocean to ourselves, really.  So generous, the World.

The picture I had to record with my mind looked like this.  My Kindle, (which is getting a ferocious workout), is in my hand.  I have positioned myself so that I can read, Gone Girl, with one eye and watch my Girl play with the other eye.  That’s a Mom skill.  It’s in the Handbook.

In the foreground, my hand and my Kindle.  Behind the Kindle, in it’s red cover, the aqua greeney-blue of the ocean going out to the horizon and the brilliant blue of the sky.  In the mid distance – between the two – my Girl on the sand.  Pink bathing suited bottom in the air, elbows on the ground, hands busy with molding sand, mind completely focused on the mound of damp, gritty, possibility at her finger tips.  At once, completly focused, and yet a million miles away – as only the sound of the waves crashing on the sand can allow.  Utter absorption =  total freedom.

I wish I’d had had my camera.

I’m glad I left it at home.

Two nights ago, just after we watched the sun bloop below the Horizon (that’s what it does – really – it approaches the line between the sky and the water all day, and then, when it gets there?  Bloop.  Down it goes.) Just after that, I grabbed my “real” camera and went for a short walk in the waning light.  The Girl came along.  Eventually, there wasn’t enough light to take pictures any more – and we headed back.  We headed in the same direction the next morning – but walked much further.  Believe it or not, the light was mostly too bright for taking pictures.  Here are a few from each of our walks.

The best photo remains the one in my head.

Rincon, Puerto Rico

Rincon, Puerto Rico

Just down the beach (to the left) there is a fishing village.  Continuing down the beach in that same direction I found loads of fishing boats waiting to go out on the water.

Rincon, Puerto Rico

Rincon, Puerto Rico

This boat looks like it has seen better days – but of course I find the decay appealing. . .

Rincon, Puerto Rico

Rincon, Puerto Rico

Rincon, Puerto Rico

Some inhabitants of the island. . .

Rincon, Puerto Rico

Rincon, Puerto Rico

   The ocean is never still.

Rincon, Puerto Rico

Rincon, Puerto Rico

And here are a couple of my girl. . .

Rincon, Puerto Rico

Rincon, Puerto Rico

Have you ever had the chance to go someplace warm during the Winter?  I was a grown up person, wife and mother, before I ever experienced it.  I know some of you live in places where there really is no “winter” – not like a Northeast Winter – but for this New York State girl, 88 degrees is February is just short of miraculous.  Today marks the halfway point in our extended vacation.  Yesterday I felt a little bit of my hardened anxiety begin to soften.  Wouldn’t it be wonderful to let it all just slip away?

Who needs it, anyway?

Please leave me a note and say hello – I am getting just a tiny bit homesick.  🙂

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