30 | July | 2013 | Dear Bliary

Yesterday, I rousted my self up bright and early. I hadn’t been doing that lately, and I was determined to get up and walk to the beach before the noon day sun made its way across the sky. I’ve been lazy. Ugh!

The beach has been revamped since the Hurricane Sandy devastation, so it’s been a trek in itself to get from the seawall to the water’s edge, but my feet finally touched down on the ripples by 6:45. I walked with the sun to my back. There were a few runners, walkers, fishermen, and dogs. It had its usual meditative quality. That’s a good thing and it made for a great morning.

I could feel the sun on my shoulders and hear gulls laughing. They were laughing at me. They have seen me there enough times, trying like crazy to get off a picture of one of them that I thought worthy of publishing on my post. Those birds are fast!

The heat sensation was stronger than their mocking laughter, so I turned to look, ignoring those little hyenas. Gulls were circling, coasting, dive-bombing. This time, I wasn’t concerned with getting off a shot of them.

No matter what your beliefs, no matter how you imagine we got here, no matter how you think this was created, this world, my friends, is a masterpiece.