Last month the water was a clear blue and holes had created little whirlpools to rest in, while admiring every color of minuscule shells, striped and speckled so intricately designed, millions, in a few square foot platform of sand. Last month I came with a small group of students and we basked here with little to say to one another. Now after the unseasonable rains this month, the water is more like a lake and the tides receding reveal mossy stones where there were bright shells, now a glossy emerald hue.
The walk to get here through the narrow path of bushes and taller grasses was a greater adventure this time, as the rains had fed the wildlife. With each step, a crab or lizard scampered out of the path. I met a fisherman along the way who said that these violet and light green berries can be eaten, skin and all; and I imagined a life of living off of this mild fleshy fruit, fallen coconuts, and shell fish, making a home of dried palms or perhaps taking shelter where I’ve seen hundreds of swallows retire at sunset in the holes of a little natural cave in a cove off this beach.
What if there was nothing left to do but live, unknown by any man, let time melt away, and simple enlightenment dawn?
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