The coastal scenery beckons me closer today as we roll along.
As we pull into the one of the
beaches approaching Pensacola, FL, I envision a scene that must happen as the sun shine happily on the cool, rippling surface of the sea. Like us... those in their cars drive towards the nearest parking space like they would never have another chance to see this exquisite scene.
Their children I sure would be the first out, and they run frantically towards the sea, as if competing for a gold medal.
The parents are next out of their caravan of beach creatures, tangled in the deck chairs, towels and umbrellas they brought with them for their beautiful day. Moms screech for their children to be careful, clinging onto their babies as they try to stumble after their older siblings. The fathers huff and grumble as they are left to carry all the ‘essentials’ the mothers had insisted on bringing.
The peace has been invaded, yet the sea seems it couldn’t be happier. In fact when the last person turns to leave, the sea silently whines for them to come back. It runs after them but slips and falls down, back to where it started. It tries again, and again and then gives up. And in the morning the sea forgets the ravage of the beach dwellers and is ready for another day with them again at the beach.
Dreaming here in Pensacola...
Nana
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