I’m sitting on the beach and its its very windy. The paper I am writing on is too light and keeps threatening to fly away. There is a man powered fishing boat with five rowers in the back and one standing on a pile of net in the middle.
Sand crabs scurry along sideways from hole to hole all around me and a lady with a (probably) ten pound basket of bannans and pineapples balanced on her head has just come my way. It was surreal to look up, the sun behind her so I couldn’t see her face and hear only the mumbled, “hello, do you need fruit, madam?”
“No thank you,” I answered quickly.
“Next time,” she responded in her sing-song anti-melody. Apparently no was not an answer.
The fishermen have pulled thier boat ashore. The sun will be setting soon, pulling all the night’s pests from their hiding spots. You know, the mozzies and the men. “Hello. Where are you from? What is your good name? May I take your photo?”
As usual, everything brings to mind my desire for that which I do not have. A sea shell. I thought, a sea shell would be nice to take home. And yet I just passed a beautiful one and couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. That’s my view on life.
A bald man in a kilt with no shirt just strode by sucking on a beer bottle, his arm all tatooed. this also is an example of my view on life. Things like this will stride by, best to acknowledge or ignore?
