Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Debris on sea
Down on the beach this afternoon looking at the changes the recent storm had wrought. Lots of debris floating about still. The sand washed up was fine granular and grey, not yellow like traditional beach sand. Landmarks I'd come to know had been washed away like waste down a gutter. A tree trunk over two foot in diameter had been neatly pruned as though by an axe. Completely gone. A rather picturesque antique stump of a mature metre thick pine had vanished, and the beach had changed profile. Not so many rocks either. Just sea washed logs, stark, pale, and sanded as if by machine. Glad I was tucked up safely in my bed with wife while all the damage was being done.
Sometimes we don't know we're born.