The grains of sand
A silo of footprints and storms
A keeper of laughter and tears
Impressions made for an hour or two
The sea wipes the slate clean
Interest but no debt
Scattered shells
Beautiful but dead.
beach buoy.
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| The sun shone brightly onto the white vertical blinds in the bedroom. It was early. The partially opened blinds created shadows on the whiteness of each adjacent slat. The blind looked like a barcode. Beach Buoy drove the short distance to the beach. It was 5-55 am. It was a still day. There was a mackerel sky to the west and a milky sun to the east, hanging over the sea. Beach Buoy changed in to beach boots at the van. Someone in a grey sports car pulled up, they had music playing loudly. They must have thought it was 6pm not 6 am? A man with a flat cap was already on the beach. He had an elderly Jack Russel following him, but about 200 metres behind. |
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| Beach Buoy hadn't reached the water's edge when the sound of the doughnut in the sports car was doing doughnuts in the car park. Tyres screeching at 6-15 am... it takes all sorts... |
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| A beach regular in summer attire appeared on the beach ... you know who I mean? The regular headed South at a much faster speed than Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog. Beach Buoy had set the limit switch to DAWDLE Stubborn Dog was DEPUTY DAWDLE. It had been a stressful week so lungfuls of sea air were required. Beach Buoy could feel a sit and think coming on... He found a bum shaped rock (XL) and sat and thought about stuff. He sat with eyes closed with the dog at his feet The dog slept. Beach Buoy looked up to see three Little Terns twisting and turning like a thin pencil sketch of seabirds. |
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| They headed back after a good rest and the regular dog meet up with Mari the Poodle and Cloud Dog. An earlier wind had provoked the grasses to draw partial circles in the sand. |
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| BEACH BUOY, |
