Early morning. Sunny. A jetty beach.\nRVs sandwiched together. Denizens of the RVs outside for wake-up\nvapes. A pony-tailed man performs yoga in the sand. Fishermen gearing\nup to not catch fish. An agate hound hunts for treasures. Dogs\ndumping here and there. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lots going on. I much prefer beaches\nwith nothing going on except the ocean. But this one has to suffice\nbecause I need a walk on the beach this morning to contemplate a\ndecision to quit a relatively new job. It was working out well enough\nand then abruptly, it wasn’t. A poet once said, \u201cSometimes the\ntruth depends upon a walk around a lake.\u201d (Wallace Stevens I\nthink.) I have always amended that statement to read, \u201cSometimes\nthe truth depends upon a walk along the ocean.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I climb down some crumbling riprap and\nhit the beach. I inspect a couple of primo forts and head south. In\nthe distance I see two people, a man and a woman inside a combo\ncorral-tepee fort. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Odd, you don’t see that very often. In\nfact, I’ve seen it exactly twice in my fort-building life. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My path will take me past the fort by\nsome 40 yards. I decide to stay the course and perhaps glean some\ninformation on the fort couple. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I watch them as I approach. They appear\nvaguely transient and\/or meth-riddled. The tide is coming in fast. It\nalmost washes over my sneakers. I’m not paying attention to the\nocean.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They are arguing, well, really\nfighting. As I move closer, I hear screaming (from the woman), but\ncan’t make out the words. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She sits on a log, then she gets up and\ngets in the man’s face. She’s yelling at him. She’s gesticulating\nwildly. He’s resigned and looks sad and hurt in the face. He\nresponds, barely. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I keep walking. The couple keep going\nat it. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The juxtaposition of a heated argument\ninside a peaceful driftwood fort unnerves me. It is so unprecedented\nthat I don’t know what to make of it. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I walk past them. They pay me no mind.\nThe woman has moved away from the man and plopped down on the sand,\nquiet for the moment, staring at the ocean. \n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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