The Sea Shore

The Sea Shore

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The Sea Shore

Written by Luz Leigh

This is being written just so I can keep my mind clear of anything that might want to crowd in on me.

My eye has caught sight of the 1998 calendar I kept because of the beautiful pictures on it. My purpose in keeping these pictures is this: I plan to write a short story on as many of them as I have inspiration.

The picture for today is of Rocks National Lakeshore, Michigan, so identified by the caption below the photo. From personal knowledge, I will explain that this site is on the upper peninsula of Michigan on Lake Superior. In this area are many people of Swedish background. For many years copper, iron, gold and silver were mined in this area. Not much of that activity there now. Join me as I dream of this place. We return to the summer day long ago.

There on the white sands are rocks, worn smooth by the waves that lap at them year in and year out. Because the water is cold year round, I do not see many swimmers, but lots of young people who come to walk in the white sand. We are among the young couples. This story is written the year I was eighteen years old; Jack, my future husband, was twenty-three. I remove my shoes and begin carrying them in one hand while I hold Jack's hand with the other. At this time of my life I was a slender girl with shoulder length dark brown hair, held back from my face with a golden barrette. The barrette had been a gift to me by Jack on our one-month anniversary. I am dressed in casual clothes ... red Capri pants and a white cotton blouse. Jack is wearing starched khaki pants with a sharp crease down each pants leg. This was a carryover from the two years he spent in the Army. His yellow shirt was unbuttoned ...exposing the tanned chest, the result of his having gone without a shirt for so many years. I steal a look at his head of thick curly hair, brown in color. His grey/green eyes are twinkling with mischief.

Jack suggests we race to the big, black rock down the shore. I accept the challenge, letting go of his hand, and the race is on. We both know that unless he runs backward or I sprout wings, he will be there in a flash and I will get there when I can. Today Jack takes pity on me, runs a little slower than usual. I can keep up and victory is almost in sight when he grins that familiar grin at me and says, "Turtle, why do you think you can beat this rabbit?" He starts to run, taking those fast short steps of his, but I have no desire to come in second today. Quickly I toss one of my sandals, right between his feet, causing him to stumble. I take full advantage of this, and running full speed, I reach the rock just a step ahead of him.

Laughter rings out as we drop to the sand. We sit for a long time with our backs against the smooth rock, made warm today by the sun's rays. Jack reaches over, places his right hand on my left shoulder and gently pulls me close to him. Thru my thin cotton blouse, I can feel his exposed chest pressing against my body. This brings pleasure to me.

Now the evening shadows are beginning to send long fingers across the sand, causing part of the sand to look dark gray, almost black, while other portions of the sand are still a reflective white. We look toward the south and see the clouds a brilliant white against a sky of blue. We feel the light wind that has now begun to rustle through the trees along the upper beach.

Before we begin our walk back to the car, I wipe the sand from my feet and slip then back into my shoes. Jack takes my hand in order to help me stand. As our eyes meet, a mutual thought is dancing there. His eyes are a reflection of the blue-green water while mine seem to take on the colors of the fall leaves, a brown that sometimes seems to change to an almost green hue.

We hold hands as we walk back to the trail that leads to the parking area beside the public road where we left the car. The car ... oh, what a fine car he drives. A late model Ford convertible, fire engine red in color. As we leave the area, I can hear the waves splashing against the rocks, lapping across the sand. The waves seem to say to me that the love between Jack and me will last just as long as the waves continue to return, day after day, to the shore. Jack turns, looks toward the water and sand, and he, too, feels the assurance that this love is right, that it will last.

Many years have passed. Jack and I make our way along the trail leading from the road. Soon the shore line comes into view. The sand is white, warmed by the sun, and looks almost the same as the day we walked there years ago. Jack takes my arm, helping me so I do not trip and fall. We walk along the same path we took that summer day so long ago. Our thoughts return to the day we raced ... the day I won. The day we sat by the large black rock and talked and dreamed of our future together.

I turn to Jack and see the same love in those eyes that was there that special day. Jack smiles at me, and says, "Want to race?"

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