We’re beach people. ?Winter beach people, that is. A day off from the pulpit sent us to a different venue for worship.
Yesterday was an ideal beach day. ?The waterscape was a hundred shades of blue, and the Bay’s surface was smooth linoleum, like a hospital hallway right after the buffing machine has done its noisy, gleaming job. ?The beach was dotted with a few people, and no seagulls. ?There was a strong breeze, which was downright balmy. ?We walked in jeans and long-sleeved T-shirts, but it’s hard for me to resist the pull of the sand at my feet. I dropped to my knees almost immediately, searching for sharks’ teeth.
I found 22 of them, none bigger than my pinky fingernail. ?They’re not particularly beautiful, and there’s not a thing to be done with them, since jewelry shouldn’t look carnivorous. ?But each tooth represents many deep breaths of salt-tinged air, a single-minded concentration, and the thrill of finding.
I love alternative worship.
Afterward we went to a near-empty bayside restaurant with a great view of the water, beautifully decked in Christmas lights. ?The special was lobster.