Friday, April 27, 2012
Slot Machines and Beachside Scenes
A week or so ago the weather was so nice that I decided to walk down to the beach. In the tradition of people who live in touristy spots, I don't do this nearly as much as I should or would like to. Kind of like how I rarely visit the casinos, (if not for the gambling, then for their gaudily glitzy trappings). So every spring I make an effort to take advantage, mindful that I may one day find myself living in some suburb with 2.5 children, regretting that I didn't make the most of the sun and sand before it became a traffic-choked car ride away.
On this season's inaugural visit, the beach was deserted save for a few lone fishermen and a couple walking a dog. Which sounds rather anticlimactic, especially on the heels of that suburb bit. Maybe I should've cooked up a splashy story about a metal-detecting old man happening upon some treasure, or a more subtle yet cerebral account of myself having an epiphany after locking eyes with an all-knowing seagull.
Oh well. Plenty of time yet to make waves.