I Remember Beaches

“I Remember Beaches” I remember beaches hot white sand with crystal blue water and phosphorescence melting into everything Salt on my face, on my lips even my hair was drenched in it. There was so much sand that I could have my pick of just exactly where I wanted to place my towel …. Lots of space, open space…. We’re talking, twenty five to forty years ago now. But now, the beach is a circus. A parade of jesters posing for each other in costume. So many tents and umbrellas, in fact, I couldn’t see the waves. Shocking to me it’s like the mall or some sporting event. A beach used to be a serene thing with wave sounds. Not a cacophony of blasting rap and towels so close, they almost touch. It was hard for me, being older, to walk upright and not step on girls with many tattoos and hipster bathing suits perfectly posed toward the sun. Not friendly. What has happened to this city? The “City of Angels” is seemingly a city for homeless and rich people. Nothing else exists. It saddened me deeply. I was once in my prime here and there was room for all. It was a paradise for surfing and boarding and just riding waves. Actual “good music” was played and people were animated and fun and friendly But, now, I am often shoved away so that someone else can get a better seat on the bus. Even whilst I am holding up a Medicare card. Or I take too long getting into the grocery store with a cart. I reach for a basket. I am verbally condemned. The beach is here to promote gratefulness people should be kind and gracious they should want to help others and offer what they can to help make life worth living I’m losing faith……