She walked out onto the
wooden deck of
her seaside cottage and stood overlooking the dunes, her hands resting
on the weathered railing surrounding the deck. The wind picked up the
and blew it against her bare legs. The light stinging sensation made
feel alive, more so than she had felt in months.
The sea oats on the dunes dipped
heavy with seed, towards the ground in unison, as though they were
bowing before a battle in the wind. The roots of the oats, tangled
beneath the surface of the sand, held the sand in place even as the
whipped across the surface.
The warmth of the rays began to
leach the cold
from her body as she stood in the early morning sun. The smell of
air on the morning breeze brought back memories of childhood. Wanting
return to that simple time, she slipped off her shoes and left them on
the deck. Walking barefoot to the water’s edge, she scuffed her feet in
the white sugar sand of the beach. She gazed out over the waves as they
crested and left white foam on the shoreline.
She walked out into the cold
waters, feeling the sand run out from under her feet as each wave ran
to hide in the deeper waters. Standing sideways to the onslaught of the
waves, she watched the sea birds running on their short stilted legs.
their beaks in the sand, they caught their breakfast on the run as each
wave threatened to overcome.
Smiling with a contentment
brought to her as a
morning gift, she walked back towards her house. The expanse of beach
already warming under the Florida sun and the sand covered her wet feet
with a diamond coating of white silica. Content in the knowledge she
blessed with a morning such as this, she raised her head to the sun and
whispered a soft word of thanks.
January 2002 Brenda “Rion”
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