“It’s kinda like heavenly places,” Laurence says to me as the bus crosses Jamaica Bay, the water a dark blue out the window. The city skyline is silhouetted against a canvas splashed with the fading oranges of sunset colors.
We’re on the bus home from Rockaway Beach where we ate wood-fired pizza at a pink and green picnic table on the boardwalk with ambience provided by the restless roar of the sea. Hurricane Erin is out there somewhere and tonight the waves were wild and high, as high as we’ve ever seen them.
The surfers who gracefully rode the waves mesmerized us while we enjoyed the camaraderie of our fellow New Yorkers who were also awed by the sight.
We witnessed Glory when rays of the setting sun caught the waves just as they curled and crashed.
We’ve been to the desert, the plains, and the mountains, but tonight, I will take the beauty of the sea.
Berniece
An Ordinary Life 