On the Beach

The seaweed gathered on the shore tangled among the stones with broken shells and pieces of glass, polished smooth. A crab, waiting for the tide, scampered to a safe corner of a small pool to hide and peeked to see if I was moving on. I carefully stepped from stone to stone as a young boy hopped quickly by and I thought of those less cautious days while planning the six more steps that lead to the safety of the sand. In summer, blankets and towels cover the beach like an eclectic quilt. There, smiling, I recalled those times years ago when the lusty days of summer made winter fly with anticipation, but on this October morn, I find peace in this near solitude. Perhaps I'll come again tomorrow before winter makes me wait 'til spring