They closed the beaches as of last Saturday morning at 6 am. It was the right thing to do. The smart thing to do. But of course my daily beach visits are the thing I will miss the most during this quarantine.
As soon as we got word of the closure, which was late Thursday afternoon, we knew that we would be heading over after dinner for one last sunset. And it did not disappoint. Almost as if it knew that this one was going to have to tide us over for a bit, the sunset show was exceptionally spectacular!
The ocean is still there. As is the beach. The birds, the fish, the shells, everything except the people. Which, frankly, is probably good for the water, the sand, the birds and the fish. But it's kind of a tease to drive by and see little snippets of it out the car window and not be able to go there, to walk in the sand, to wade in the water, to leave my little heart notes for my mom.
But I understand. I completely totally and entirely understand and support the decision. But that doesn't mean that I can't be a little wistful about it.
There were other folks around, probably for the same reason that we were. All of us keeping that healthy 6 feet of distance from each other. We silently watched until the sun disappeared completely all the while knowing that sunset was going to have to hold us over for an unknown period of time.
So we took a few photos of ourselves to commemorate the event.
We are smiling, not because we are happy about the beaches being inaccessible for awhile, but because whatever happens, we know that we are going through it together, side by side, supporting one another, as life partners always should. And that is the lifeline we are holding tightly to through this crisis.
Whoever you are holding onto during this time, hang on tight. In the words of the late, great Bette Davis, "It's going to be a bumpy ride".
Yup, this is me. Some people said, "Sam, you should write a Blog". "Well, there's a thought", I thought to myself. And so here it is.