We walked the beach on that last day. We alternately dreamed of our future farm in California and the kisses we would receive from Maryjane when we got home. The air was heady with fresh soil and sea and the birds actively flew overhead. My skin feels so good in the humidity. I can breathe better too. My breath caught though as I recognized a form in the sand behind a rock. An infant seal clubbed, his spirit and his head missing, decomposing into the soft layers of sand that cradled its small body. Mankind’s darkness found everywhere. Glimpses of ugliness scattered vaguely in all the light. But thank goodness for the light.
We had an amazing time with our beloved friends. We miss them terribly as the years lapse between visits. We traversed the back roads and highways, from beach to farm to mountain to sunsets, tasting, drinking wine or waters with lemon from Marigold the Lemon tree who resides sweetly on their fourth floor balcony. Nourishment in every moment.
We came home to one of our cats, Zuzu’s Petals, missing. Like losing a penny down the drain. She is most immersely lost in this wilderness of apartment hell.
And as I sat on that beach in the sand looking out into the widest expanse of water that just graced the sky, and listened to the birds dancing on the rocks, and watched my husband recline and read, I noted the waves as they tumbled forth near my feet and then pulled back into the vastness. Up and stretched in turquoise waves, then exhaled. Came forth, pulled back. I watched the ocean breathe for hours. She gave, she pulled back, she grew in ferocity, she rested, she was beautiful in all her simplicity of ebb and flow. She wrote out a poem, a script of life, a beautiful tale.