Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I got shipwrecked on an island. I don’t want to be rescued.
I’m hiding out here. Truly. No cars. No trucks. Only my bike….and a shark. But that’s a different article and I’m getting ahead of myself.
I thought I’d check in with you. I’m learning some good lessons here.
Since we celebrated Valentine’s Day this month, I’ll start with a lesson on love.
Waves crashed furiously on the beach. Wind was howling, whipping little sandstorms above the toppled shells.
I passed them on my beach walk. He was sweatered and hunkered down in his folding beach chair, capped head tucked low. He gazed at the horizon.
She was more adventuresome. She shuffled on the shorleline, avoiding the tips of the waves. Her shoulders were bent a bit, but she was more sure of step than her husband. She was hunting for shells.
They were a typical winter island couple: stooped with age, settled into the warmth of condo. These couples move out of their sheltered porch reading only to watch the sunset. That is just enough.
I walked the beach til the wind turned me around. That’s when I saw the old man move. He pushed himself up from his chair to an unsteady stance.
He moved cautiously across the sand to his wife. Without words, the old man stepped in front of her and stood there. I realized he was shielding her from from the gusts.
The elderly couple stood motionless on the shore and I did too. It seemed like a sacred moment to me.