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Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Beach Blogging...

...from the balcony. Classic over-the-ocean-sunrise maneuver being performed directly in front of me, complete with crayon-box-yellow sun and bright squiggly sun-tail lying along the water from here to eternity. Seagulls sit on the tops of light fixtures, stare at me (I'm directly across from them), and scream. Pods of dolphins, very close to shore, travel south.

This is the hour of the sunrise mavens, the walkers and joggers and bikers (bicycles and dogs and many other things are against the rules on the boardwalk after ten in the morning -- UD's anarchic Polish husband complains every single year about how rule-bound Rehoboth is), the people just back from Brew Ha-Ha with their latte and New York Times, the policemen patrolling.


The funny green truck with yellow wheels, the truck that each morning smoothes the creased sand of the beach, is circling about ... and all this cute stuff reminds me of a profound statement Mr UD made yesterday on the beach (the beach was so pleasant that we stayed there all day and forgot to take a swim in the pool) during our perennial beach v mountain discussion (which is superior? where would you spend the rest of your days if the rest of your days could be geographical perfection?): "The beach is calming; the mountains are exciting. There's something soothing in an infantile way about the beach." For him, that is, it's no contest: He loves the beach, but the mountains win.