Sunday was a sunny day, and should have stayed that way.
But black tires raced across white sand, and the rescuer’s flashing lights were ominous so early in the morning, it was just after eight.
Our presence on Earth is so beautiful, yet so tenuous. The loss of life on any day is dreadful. But in stark relief against bright sun, blue skies and life gliding over splashing foam, makes it far uglier.
Sunday morning the sea was rough with riptides as an oystercatcher greeted me. We were alive amidst the surf, this creature and me, we shared the sweet salt air:
Green parenthesis appeared in the west…
… then crossed in the blue:
A kiteboarder flew across the sea stage, with me—front row center.
The aquanaut exploded into salty wind.
It pulled him bounding through the troughs.
Life was good for this wind and sea lover,
life was pulling against the wind, life was soaring skyward…
…and crashing down in a spray of white.
Life was flipping over a jetty…
…and being airborne with airborne life.
Soon the lifeguard came on duty. They call her—Liv. Great name for a lifeguard.
Lifeguard Lieutenant, Ed arrived.
But the green swim flag came down—and the red went up.
The flashing lights speeding through the sand had lost the race for life.
The sea broke that tenuous link in a 31-year-old man— his breath, lost to the sea.
And just three days prior, another, just eighteen, breathed the brine—where only air should go.
To keep a day sunny, to be with blue skies, to be with loved ones eyes;
please stay off jettys,
please wait for lifeguards.
Please stay alive.