In Paradise there is nothing to stop the wind that flows across the Gulf of Mexico onto the white sandy beaches. It actually races instead of flows during the late fall months driven by the warm waters of summer, dumping shells, seaweed, small sea creatures and whatever else is in its path. It seems to want to wipe the surface of the ocean clean. It wants to start fresh, as do I.
Many of the worshipers at the shrine of the tropical waves hide indoors during this service, because they are suddenly afraid of the power of something as simple as moving air or perhaps afraid of how weak they are in its presence. Small air molecules joining with surprising force in their demands can suddenly get our attention. When they really want our attention they lift things that we cannot.
I had the beach almost totally to myself.
Ah, what the world needs - a cleansing wind.ReplyDelete
Lovely to experience the beach alone, haven't done that in years. There is such power there.ReplyDelete
Was it too hot for them? The surf is up here, and the wind is blowing ocean and sand inland. I came home rather than fight the lookie loos. :)ReplyDelete
You're one of the wise people who know that to stay out in the wind has rewards.ReplyDelete
It's fabulous when the wind is what i call "pushy". Not stormy destructive, just letting you know who is boss.ReplyDelete
Looks wonderful, and so refreshing for both mind and body. I am glad you have the chance to be there.ReplyDelete
Makes me think of the end of the movie CONTACT.ReplyDelete
the ocean and the wind, two elemental forces. to experience them in solitude is paradise.ReplyDelete
Boy, have to like that. The solitude on the beach. Great for thoughts and reading and just being.ReplyDelete
Wow, I want to be there... aloneReplyDelete