After spending several hours at the beach recently I saw the echos of hurricane Irene. She had torn up the boardwalk for miles. Torn siding and shingles off the sides of houses and buildings and lifted sands to cover the dunes and their protective fences.
But with all this destruction there was something I hadn’t seen in quite some time on the shores that are manicured for the long tourist season. I saw nature. I could see piles of driftwood; a welcome natural addition that these days are almost impossible to find. I can remember when we would build fires with this wood and stay on the beach long past dark. Sometimes we would cook one or two of the fish we had caught that day.
I was able to sift through the plastic bottle caps that one finds now instead of glass word round by the sea to find some shells that had not been crushed to pieces by beach cleaning equipment. I found small mussel shells making an ink spatter pattern on the wet sands.
Thank you Irene.