Daily Ins and Outs
Daily Ins and Outs The morning brings the beach walk with all its pulls and pushes–not just the tide but also those happenings that draw me and mark the differences between the days...those ins of what I know with the outs of what I choose to notice. The two blonde boys–almost white–were not there this morning. The motion of their running or playing paddle ball was sucked out of the scene. The last time I saw them they were with their mother as white-blonde as they were. I assumed that they were tourists, probably renting an apartment or a room in front of the beach volleyball nets. Maybe they had gone home. Or perhaps they had just decided to stay in because of the foggy weather. I had a full glimpse of the beach-cleaning process, possibly because I was five minutes earlier than usual. In reality, only one worker was working, raking seaweed into the mouth of a plow while the other two chatted. The stench was strongly leaning on the morning air as ...