A stray follows the man who picks plastic from the beach every morning.
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A stray follows the man who picks plastic from the beach every morning.
Big mistake, I think, treading rough surf on an unguarded beach in Maui. The water’s too deep for a little boy, too wild for a grown woman who still doggy paddles.
We’re scared of waves slinking up the shore, with each salty breath gasping and spitting foam …
I think the world must have stopped hurtling recklessly through space.
I have been afraid of water since I was six.
Walking the shoreline, I observe how the wind behaves—like a relentless, fussy mother, scouring footprints, scrubbing the sand smooth, only to have the tide return …
On my last night in Trincomalee I couldn’t sleep. I lay frozen on the hard single bed, wide-awake and petrified.
While walking along the beachfront in Swampscott, Massachusetts, I spotted a guy coming toward me. He was singing “Under the Boardwalk” by the Drifters, half in Spanish, half in English.
We have been hiding from the virus for a year now, and winter has kept us holed up inside for months.
Too bad people sit home with TV than go look at something real. My wife agrees, says they’ll see photos on the news instead. I don’t feel smarmy, just sad.