Slice of Life Story Challenge March 4 - Arriving At Tranquility Base
In the afternoon I walked down to nearby Fisherman’s Beach to join my wife, Vicki who had ventured down earlier.
I stood on the headland overlooking the beach and stared out across the bay. It is officially autumn in Australia, but the beginning of the new season has been marked with sustained warmer weather. Summer appears reluctant to be assigned to history.
A single red beach umbrella stood out along the stretch of beach. Vicki sat beside it reading her book. The sea presented as a turquoise gem sparkling under the sun. The beach becalmed except for the occasional puff of wind gently ruffling the surface. The shoreline was noticeably silent. The clarity of the water revealed its secrets. Every submerged rock visible to the gaze. At that precise moment we two owned the beach. Paradise it seemed was a place a short stroll from home.
Eventually other people chanced upon our tranquil location. They wandered by reverentially, respecting the silence of the scene. Even the seagulls refrained from squawking. A light breeze spoke in whispered tones.
We both swam. The water was inviting, refreshing- a bit like champagne. As we sat looking out across the bay we remarked how fortunate we were to have this day, this afternoon, this shared time. Tranquil beach scenes are often fleeting. This one seemed close to perfect. We both felt it.