Sunday, 7 August 2011
early morning, pacific time
Early Sunday morning and I'm pretty much alone on the beach. An occasional jogger passes in the opposite direction but the main company is the wide variety of seabirds.
Pelicans glide over the surface of the waves and small groups of some kind of dipper bird run back and forth along the shoreline.
I idly wonder if they have learned to predict when the big waves appear (is it every seven or ten or something?) Then I notice the gulls scrambling and flying back from the water's edge.
With all their time by the sea they are as clueless as me about when a big wave will appear on this incoming tide.
I also know that in a couple of hours this scene will be broken as more people awaken and the 300 day year sun appears to melt the mist from this scene.
Meantime I will get my feet wet in the Pacific.