debris

I don't know why it struck me as odd to see leaves at First Beach on Saturday. Once they're cast off, leaves blow everywhere; it makes perfect sense that some would land in the water, then wash ashore ... right?? Still, it/they surprised me: maple shapes, oak shapes, easily and not-so-easily unidentifiable shapes. Probably because leaves are such land-based things, while clam shells and seaweed are such sea-based things. It was odd to see them in the same place — that's all. Commixed & commingled, as it were (are those really words: commixed & commingled? they look odd for whatever reason, as words sometimes do).

And it was odd to see a tennis ball in the foam — huh?? I imagine a dog had lost it, or failed to fetch it (too cold? too far out in the waves?), unless someone hit a really long shot from up the hill at the Tennis Hall of Fame.

Honestly, one never knows what one might see when one isn't looking ... both at the beach and later in town, as one attempts (unsuccessfully) to embrace the mood prescribed by the season that's all-too-suddenly upon us ...

Yeah, yeah: but it's so much easier to love the past ...