Beach Walk

by Lauraine Alberetti Lombara

Walking the beach very early on a summer morning, there is a solid, inky blue sky, slowly

creeping toward the coast and turning a paler blue. Not a cloud in view - an attic sky, an

unretrievable day, a consecrated day. The cool water is calm, gently lapping the shore and I 

am having a transcendent beginning as I make my way. I am the sole human; only the 

shore birds are sharing the open expanse of sand and sky.

The quiet is welcome...a time to think and enjoy nature - the sea, sky, birds, dunes and 

trees.  Far out on the water, there is one lobster boat gliding toward the pots and two 

sailboats trying to catch some wind.

In a few hours, the beach will be filled. Summer is short and winter is long.  The need for 

sun and sand is appealing and restorative for those of us living in the Northeast.  I find a 

few small stones, one tiny piece of the elusive blue beach glass and an interesting shard of 

pottery.  All enough to carry in my hands; treasures to add to my collections.