Monday Morning Musings
We made it.
Down the Shore.
Circling for blocks
And blocks
For a parking spot.
We are a bit farther
than we planned
But it doesn’t matter.
Because we’re here.
And we sit and gaze
At the waves.
And at the sky.
Plane pulls an advertisement for the Impression Exhibition we saw at the Philadelphia Museum of Art
And at the people.
The girl striking ballet poses
For her mother’s photo shoot
She’s all arms and legs,
Coltish
Her arabesque held
Only for a second.
Fleeting,
like this day
In a long line of days
that make up life.
But proud
In her youth.
“Look what I can do!”
In her life
It’s been an eternity
Since she was that toddler
Carefully placing each foot,
Her diapered bottom just inches
From the sand.
But to the sea
It’s only a second.
Then there’s
the couple playing catch.
And the family digging
A huge crater in the wet sand.
What are their stories?
I wonder.
We read our books,
And we gaze some more.
My husband’s pensive pose.
There are no shark sightings.
But there is this little guy.
The day is cloudy at first,
But still it’s lovely
Sitting there.
Then the sun comes out,
And it is glorious.
A perfect beach day.
The very definition.
Blue sky
A few puffy white clouds
Not too hot
And
A light breeze from the water.
We hate to leave,
But we’ll be back
Some other time.
After all,
The ocean is always here.
We simply need to pause
sometimes to see it.
A stop for water ice
Mango Water Ice
Before we walk back to the car
And home to reality—
Showers and feeding the cats–
And feeding ourselves.
Of course.
But we were
By the sea,
By the beautiful sea.
You and me.
Finally.
Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings 
Aww, that’s so sweet – a beach date with your sweetie! What a magnificent day! 😀
Thanks, Rachel. It was short, but sweet. 😉
A short trip to the beach is better than none at all. Cheers to the two of you for enjoying your day.
Thanks, Frank! 🙂
I think you made a second comment, which was very kind, but it seems to have vanished.
It happens. 🙂 … just kind words about your imagery.
As I said, very kind! 🙂
Your verse reminded me of mother reading to me R. L. Stevenson’s lines from the “Child’s Garden of Verses”
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
Our family went to Atlantic City and Ocean City, NJ, but we didn’t know then that it was really the “Joizy Shore.” I love your pensive poetry. Does hubby ever verse-ify?
Thanks you for the R. L. Stevenson. I remember reading some of his “Child’s Garden” verses to our daughters.
“Hubby” wrote some poetry in college, but words are more my thing than his–except for puns. He loves puns. 🙂
😉
Oh, this is so lovely. You have captured being by the sea beautifully in words. 🙂
Thanks so much, Robin! And thank you for dropping by and telling me. I loved the photos in your post.
That’s where I want to go!!!!!!!!!
🙂
Beautiful, Merril. I felt like I was there with you taking in those sights and sounds. So calming. So eloquently stated. 😉
Thanks so much, Judy! I appreciate your kind words very much.
I liked this very much, Merril. The mango I’ve looked delicious and your musings of the ocean sights were fun to read. Smiles xo
Wow, Robin. You’re really exploring my blog! Thanks so much. If I recall, the water ice place was out of my favorite lemon, but the mango was good, too. 🙂