All beaches have character…
By tdf, January 17, 2023
All beaches have a character, defining aspects which mark them aside, unique. When too many people, more humans than sand and sea, there is no character, it’s just an occupied space.
Port Melbourne – remarkable volume and array of shells, the gentle waves rolling over, caressing always a steady line of scattered galaxies of planets in shell form. The clear waters shallow for 10-20 yards then neck deep with a single glide stroke beyond…small, sporadic buzzing flies rarely a bother beyond irregular swatting when they aim for the eyes and ears…giant yellow corn looking seeds wandering across the sand producing their own stop start symphony as they twirl and bound…the locale flows with gym etched bodies, glamorous made up faces even in the scorching heat their poise maintained, their show, thinnest strips of thread covering Womanly delights leaving little to imagine, all part of the performance…muscled goons with tattoos so thick from afar seems a shirt! Trademark loud youngsters hardly running amok…And this heaviest of Heats melting, pouring molten down from the giant gilded orb in the cloudless sky above, is a great leveller, its simply too hot to make much noise!
Nature maintains centre stage…even on a busy day still I can find niche to read, scribble, marvel at Jupiter and Saturn – rings included – mirrored in shells, lapping sparkles erupting pleasant as ocean meets land near my toes, luring me back to the cool, their sound as soothing as their touch and shape and movement…my skin soon to reach its limit before any more starlight feels sizzling…
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