Starting My Day
Early each morning, long before the trailer park stirs to life,
I grab my walking shoes, my ipod, headphones, turn on a little bit of rock and roll,
and start a brisk walk down to the beach.
The street leading to the beach, always a beehive of cars, beach goers destine to spend the day frolicking in the sand and sun.
However this hour of the day, they are absent.
The sandy beach itself, usually brimming with swimmers is quiet and vacant.
There are a few of us early birds walking the dog, jogging or walking like myself.
I see some early morning boaters out enjoying their toy. Eager wind surfers catching the strong breeze, sail boats gliding close behind them.
The water so incredible, so beautiful. Early in the morning, the beach is just one majestic work of art. The shoreline is endless. You can walk for miles, thinking of this, thinking of that. Before you know it, you are miles away from your starting point. The water stretches for miles and miles. Miles away from all your worries. Miles away from all problems and woos.
Soothing and calm.
Just me, the waves and the seagulls.
Yes, you read it right. Handsome as in handsome. His house is located right on the street that leads to the water. I pass him twice aday, once on route and again on the way back. He is a single gentleman, I know this because he is a friend of one of my trailer friends.
He sits on his deck, smile and waves to me.
Someday I will work up the courage and say hello, the whole time the voice in my head saying, “talk to him, say something to him”… but of course, I smile and wave back.
I think this will be the closes to a summer romance I might ever see. Sigh.
Water slashes on my legs, sand between my toes. This is my walking route. A watery, sandy walking route. Back at home when I go for a walk, my running shoes hit the cement, once in a while I might walk through the park. But here on the beach, I know I am lucky, I know that soon, very soon the weather will be turning cold, the water will be turning cold and I will be back walking my old route.
But for now, as soon as my walking shoes hit the sand, they are off and I spend the rest of my walk along the sandy shore.