Works in Progress–Fourth Bottle
I picked up three Jone’s Soda glass bottles from the beach. One Corona. A handful of bottle caps. Someone had marked out the corners of the beach volleyball field. I could not find the fourth bottle.
The July 5th walk from Picnic Rocks to McCarty’s Cove is scattered with ghosts. Grand sand-castles with stick embattlements. Stones. Mote.
This is my first beach walk since the snow melted and Mike walks with me. I skip thru the water, jog around my boyfriend. Weeks of muscle spasms, this is the best I have felt in a long while. I want to swim but don’t.
I want my first swim to be at Wetmore. Sliding off a granite dinosaur into the cool.
I’m making changes.
Categories: Ordinary Day
This is beautifully written! So poetic. I especially like the line “The July 5th walk from Picnic Rocks to McCarty’s Cove is scattered with ghosts.” What chilling vividity!
Thanks for cleaning up the beach, too! Every time I walk anywhere I always end up filling my bag with rubbish. =[
Go eco-warriors!
lake superior, my beauty, my love, jump in and float on back
clean and blue… you are so lucky to live next lake superior. Thanks for taking pictures. its the only view i get…