B is for Beach
Since it’s not quite hot enough here, we are embarking at o’dark-thirty this morning on a 26-hour trip to the coast for a family wedding on the beach this evening (my wonderful nephew’s) and a side trip for a college tour for Emma (yikes!).
It will be little Tess’ first glimpse of the ocean—just imagine the vastness, the sound, the magnitude of it all from her tiny perspective! “The sea,” as writer Annie Dillard has said, “pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.” As people have for eons, we’ll sit looking into its inscrutabilities, attractive zinc oxide on our noses, bathed in 100 SPF sunscreen and hunkered down under Tilley Raffia crushable and breathable hats, the ones with the highest ultraviolet protection rating of UPF 50+ to block 98% of harmful UVA and UVB rays, backed by a two-year all-perils insurance policy against loss and a Velcro®-sealed secret pocket to hold valuables, to hear what the sea is saying to us and us alone.
And so, B is for beach. And a favorite quote invoking long evening walks on sand, and self:
“I read and walked for miles at night along the beach, writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me.” -Anna Quindlen