Dinner on the Beach
Suzanne and I had dinner on the beach again this trip. This is one of those things we do to pamper ourselves and we try to do it in the middle of the first week here.
My words do not do the experience justice, so forgive me dear readers. I will have to call on your imagination while providing a few awkward inputs.
The reef extends 200 yards from the beach. The waves break simultaneously across the miles-long stretch producing a distant roar.
And yet nearby, there is the sound of the sea gently lapping at the beach.
A very old shoreline tree shades you from the fading sunlight; its canopy protective like a large umbrella.
A gentle breeze cools you from the day’s heat and brings with it scents from the ocean spray.
Sand crabs perpetually terraform the sand and engage in brief territorial battles. A far-reaching wave renders all their efforts meaningless and it all begins anew.
The sun dips beneath the horizon rewarding you with a colorful afterglow.
Sunset gives way to darkness and an array of stars materialize before you to light your remaining moments.
And so it goes something like that…