Yesterday. Sunny low tide afternoon.
Obviously, it was a day to go to the Hole-in-the-Wall. Even on a weekday there were a sufficiency of walkers. People with longer legs could just cross Ellen Creek with a running jump, people with better balance tightrope-walked on the drift at the back of the beach. I took off boots and waded at the mouth, where it spread out a little and was shallowest. Then on to the north end of the beach, where the tide was ever lower and the sea stacks put on their usual show.
Didn't go quite up to the Wall, but stopped just there at the end of the beach;
sat on a log, back against another log, in the sunshine; reading and listening and watching.
Boots off again on the way back, to wade the creek again. Sitting on the sand to put them back on, I thought I could stay exactly right there, from exactly that moment on. Why would anyone ever leave?
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