Ocean Beach - Day Seven - Feb 19^th

Ocean beach expands before me, stretching out to the edge of sight and terminating at with the horizon. A flat sea reflects the sun in a million glitters of morning gold, a new day is born. So much to see and do yet so little to offer. We seem to live for purpose yet when our needs are met what do we have?

I tried to fish. The water was right there and so, theoretically, is the possibility to catch fish. I never know if it is something I am doing wrong or perhaps there are just no fish out there? It seems like misuse of time when I evaluate the alternatives and the small amount of satisfaction I will get from having to slaughter and then devour a fish. Perhaps I should be just reading a book.



A small red car when zipping down the beach, I figured if they could brave the sand and come out better off then so could my van. Shortly later when I was embarking on a bike ride to the end of the beach I encountered a group of guys trying to save their car from the approaching waves. I stopped to help, quickly learning that this was in fact the mother's car on loan. The operation was headless, no one took control with vague, disjointed efforts to rescue the vehicle. I had to step in, it seemed like the sensible thing to do. I quickly organised the assembly of skateboards under the chassis of the car, from which to begin jacking up the motor. First one side then the other. We dug out the mud from the wheels and laid down fat branches for traction. Hey presto, it was free, and racing off down the beach.



Another day has been and gone, with fond memories that intertwine, a swim, some sun, the winds of change.