Rockaway

I saw a whale out at sea from the beach at Rockaway this morning. Now I’ve seen dolphins and once, a frightened looking sea lion on the beach, but never, a whale.

It always calms me to walk on the beach. The sea is so big, and I am so small. Somehow, it seems like I have no problems at all.

Last week, Bee and I went to the beach. We flew a kite and yelped in surprise at being drenched by a wave. It was one of those happiest days of my life.

Sometimes, Laurence and I go to walk, or we take supper to eat where we see the sea. I recall the moon rising and casting its beams on the sea with young men and once, with Randalyn and Bee. So much beauty!

Hurricane Sandy destroyed the boardwalk, leaving only skeletal wood posts. Such a strange sight. That was when I decided I did not want a home on Rockaway after all.

Rockaway and the boardwalk bounded back better than ever. It’s no longer the ghetto it was during our mission years. (I’m kinda glad I got to experience it then too.) It wasn’t safe then for me to go there without Laurence. That’s changed. Today the people of the beach visited with me about sighting a whale.

Come join me for a walk by the sea.

Berniece