Beach Landing
The airplanes taking off from Boston’s Logan Airport sound like faraway thunder. But the sun is out. I can see it in between clouds reflected on the glassy wet shore where I walk with my head down. Avoiding its hazy hot glare, I step on the cool floating cumulus fluff and forget for a moment that I’m on the beach. Feeling as if my world has been turned upside down, I’m shaken from everyday assumptions, but I’m not dizzy. I’m intrigued. In this new world, the lime green, shocking pink, and aqua blue umbrellas that dot the landscape could have fallen from above like parachutes. They could have been planted like flags on the moon by families staking their claims. Chairs, towels, blankets, and coolers, providing supplies, circle the camp-out stations. Like an explorer, I scan the open terrain and make note of all I see. More umbrellas in the distance. They look like small floating islands in a sea of undeveloped shore. ~ Nantasket Beach, Sunday July 8th.
July 11th, 2007 3:27 am
What a lovely piece of richly descriptive writing!
July 11th, 2007 9:41 am
great descriptive writing colleen! love it!
and i must say, with this heat, the beach is sounding very nice right now……
July 11th, 2007 8:42 pm
Pure Poetry, Collen….I love the image of stepping on the Cumulus Cloud….WONDERFUL. I always feel that I am right there with you when you write about what you are doing or have done and it is so filled with such glorious imagery!
July 11th, 2007 8:46 pm
Beautiful piece, Colleen. One walks with you on that beach, while reading it. I remember such otherwordly scenes at the seaside, when you only guess where the Sun is in the sky – I call it a “science fiction Sun”…
July 11th, 2007 9:17 pm
Hi Colleen,
I loved your narrative about the beach. You have a wonderful instinct that comes thru in your writing! I also took a look at the pictures and stories from your vacation — made me wish I could go home again!
Lara
July 12th, 2007 7:46 am
Oh, I miss that whole area… and you describe it so well. Thanks, Colleen.