Another beautiful day of walking on a beautiful beach…. This time, the other side of Long Beach. There was more people than on Wickaninnish, which mean that there was 30 people on the whole 5km beach, so, still not St Tropez.
The White Owl was, again, very happy. She even took some water from the Ocean, drank it, rolled it on her tongue, and spit it out.
“What in the name of Poseidon are you doing, Mama?” did I ask.
-Well, she said, I’m tasting it, just to make sure!
-Sure of what?
-Well, sure that it is an Ocean! You never know!”
I didn’t quite know what to answer to that, as far as I was concerned, it was a pretty solid argument.
This day, I did not control my picture-taking that much. I mean, I couldn’t have stopped. I didn’t stop. I have so many pictures of lights in the sea and sand and roaming jellyfishes and other, weirder things that you wouldn’t believe it.
When the White Owl pointed it out to me, I retorted that I was doing artistic thingummies, and that was a powerful argument too. Then, she remarked that maybe I didn’t need a million artistic thingummies pictures, and you know what, she wasn’t wrong.
Still, I rolled in the water and the wet sand and chased bubbles for you, dear reader, just so I could show you those artistic thingummies.
You know how I’m easily fascinated. Here is a list of the most fascinating things I saw:
-Round algae thingummies. In the opinion of the WO, Aliens came onto the beach, had a picnic, and left a shipment of Aliens onions. Seems probable.
-Bubbles. Running bubbles trying to escape their fate by flying madly in front of their own explosion. I even filmed them. Some have stopped and are just waiting for someone to put an end to their miserable existence, or for another bubble to come and hug them.
-Encrusted shells on something: look! It’s encrusted! On something!
-Dead jellyfish: God Almighty have pity on their souls. What happened? Was there a terrible genocide on this very beach? Why are all those dead jellyfish bodies floating around in the water?
Wait… Are there dead, or just waiting for me to step upon them? Are those stinging jellyfishes, or just innocuous victims of a horrifying massacre?
Young blond surfers jump happily in the cold ocean while laughing and splashing. Couples write love promises in the sand. Older people walk gravely and smile back. Dogs pant, run, splash, run back and shake themselves with gusto right next to their cheerful owners. Clouds take beautiful shapes and make the sky look more interesting. Waves roar and roll.
Happiness indeed.