Great Escape

Just park down by Gulf Beach.

The other day I just pulled into the parking lot at Gulf Beach to stare at the sea.

Blocking out the few drivers parked in cars around me at the Gulf Street lot, I saw nothing but water and sand. I heard the wind blowing, and cracked open the windows to let it gush around the interior of the car. Ah, fresh air. And silence, except for a seagull or two gliding above. I could see them through the windshield.

I reached for a book I happened to have in the car.  I tilted my seat back and relaxed. Read, turned a page, read, turned a page, and so on.

The sun's rays warmed up the interior of the car.

Then, boy, did I get comfy. I flipped up the armrests -- on the driver's seat and the passenger seat -- and swung my legs over to the passenger seat of the car. Now, it was like I was in a recliner in my living room.

I leaned my head back against the driver's side window and, with a clear view of my black riding boots on my feet on the seat beside me, I read and read and read.

I read the book -- in the safety of my car, which was wrapped in the arms of nature. The wind was blowing through. The seagulls were gliding overhead.  I was in my glory -- for about 15 minutes.

Then my stomach started to churn. Hunger? What's a person to do? Goodies wasn't open, as far as I could tell. And this sacred space was too good to spoil. Ah, there were cookies in my hatch!

So I got up, popped open the back door of the SUV and reached for my snack. Happy, I got right back into my seat, read and munched. Heaven!

I must've stayed there 30 to 45 minutes -- but they were some of the best moments I've spent lately. I felt they were a gift to myself. And I deserved it, as most of us do in the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

I recognized a man getting out of his car -- and the social butterfly in me wanted to jump out and strike up a conversation.  But I decided against it.  This was a reflective time for him, I could see. We were both enjoying our moments of solitude -- something so hard to find these days -- and I didn't want to spoil it for either one of us.

Someimes you just have to stop -- and smell the sea.

Darrell McC. March 26, 2011 at 10:27 PM
I often stop at the small stretch of beach near the Milford-West Haven border, across from the Bayshore shopping center, for a few minutes with the geese, the tide, and my thoughts before starting my work day. Not heaven, but it helps me to center before tackling the day ahead. Darrell McC. - Milford


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