We took the little red car and headed North up Highway One to the Yerba Buena Exit. There’s a quicker access to the beach, but the heavy rains created a river that leads in to the ocean and prevents us from walking our typical mile, unless we are brave and wade barefoot through the rushing and freezing water. We like the Yerba Buena access because there are stairs that lead down and tide pools and miles of uninterrupted walking, if the tide is low. It has fewer tourists and more sea glass and sand dollars, sand pipers and snowy plovers. They are cuter than anything you have ever seen before.
We started out walking together in silence and then separated, lost in our own thinking. It’s not like we were unaware, we were aware, just temporarily lost. The wind that had been blowing for days died down and the sun was warm on our backs, and in our eyes, warming us from the outside in, reaching our hearts.
Up ahead we saw two adults and a toddler playing close to the shoreline, they were so lovely. We joined the little group and stood around admiring the day, the beautiful weather and sky, but it was the little boy who was truly worthy of our admiration. His skin was smooth and white, almost translucent, and he had bright red hair, striking in the late afternoon sun. He wasn’t wearing a beach hat to prevent sun damage, or anything else for that matter. He was unabashedly and completely free of clothing, dazzling in his nudity and dazzling to his awestruck admirers.
He was a “moment in time”, a gateway to the remembrance of childhood and “Freedom”. He was “JOY” and “living in the moment” and “there’s nothing to fear”, and “Divinity” and “Oh my God! Isn’t life Grand?” all wrapped up into one sweet little package.
After just the right amount of time we reluctantly broke free and continued walking together, turning back to the place where we started…and were completely lost once again.
Up the stairs we climbed and reaching the top we stopped to survey the distance we had come. The ocean was expansive, the sky too…and so were we. The little red car was pointed towards home, a warm cocoon now, we gratefully slipped inside and headed south this time.
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