Day two began with a knock at the door.
(Hmm… sounds like the beginning of a good mystery novel.)
Of course I was still asleep; after all, number 1-it was only 9:30 am, number 2-I was “on vacation” and lastly, number-3, I’d stayed up late the previous night. I ask you, “Who in their right mind, wouldn’t be sleeping?”
Disoriented, I staggered to the door and managed to grunt, “Yes?” The merry voice on the other side said, “Housekeeping!”
“Housekeeping…?” I thought…”Who the hell comes to your door that early to clean your room..?”
Trying to be considerate, I decided to not open the door. I had yet looked in the mirror, but my gut instinct told me that I must look a fright. You see, there’s this weirdo thing that goes on with my hair. In the mornings I always look like woody-woodpecker…believe me, it’s not very romantic. I’m serious. Both sides, the right and left, sweep upward to crash in the middle, and you all know I’m a redhead, so my ole pal, Woody, greets me every morning.
Hmmm…maybe I should rephrase that…what I mean to say is, “Every morning when I look in the mirror, the cartoon character is staring at me, mocking me with his rediculous little laugh” So, for that reason, I declined the merry housekeeper’s offer through a closed and dead-bolted door.
Sometime later, after I showered and washed my hair with Zest soap, ( no complimentary shampoo could be found) I sat out the porch, just outside my door, sipping on a cup of Folgers instant coffee and eating a bowl of Jasmine rice. I watched the world as it was bathed by a gentle rain. I could smell the ocean, even though it was over a mile away, and it seemed I could hear the gulls calling my name. I was anxious to see what I hadn’t seen, since I moved from New England, over a year ago.
Wells Beach didn’t disappoint! The sea was angry, under clouds of gray, while the squawking gulls busied themselves scavenging for breakfast. There were a few others, like myself, walking the sands or sitting on wooden benches , soaking in the somber but absolutely beautiful view. Every now and again, the laughter of a child, could be heard above the crashing waves and seagull cries.
As I stood there, with the wind whipping my once tamed hair. I took a deep breath of the best air in the world, and slowly let it escape my peaceful body. Up until that very moment, I never realized just how much I had missed New England’s ocean. This was why I had come.
I breathed it in again and smiled.
(to be continued…)
(The preceeding was inspired by New England’s Ocean, something I truly value)