In this crazy meteorological year, the rest of the world and country has baked, while around here it has been cooler than normal. In fact our first heat wave of three 90° days just occurred, following Labor Day.
The beaches officially close, no lifeguards nor pavilions. But on our town bay sands, people still gather and dip into the calm waters now and then. Mostly seniors, with a sprinkling of anyone else lucky enough to find time in this busy season.
I took my beach chair, an old paperback, and sat for hours. Hot blazing sun, cool calm saltwater with lots of little fish. I stared at the horizon, prepared to think all kinds of grand thoughts, and suddenly found myself hypnotized and emptied of all save a remembrance of peaceful meditation.
Unfortunately, that happens a lot these days. Good intentions to think deeply and in focus, somehow led astray and into a tangle of minor observations and memories.
I suppose I should feel guilty. Yet I’ve put in my social work time over the years, for what that may have been worth to the greater good. There’s 8 billion other minds out there, many younger and sharper. Let them do some of the heavy lifting.
In fact, I wish a lot of our industrial leaders and politicians would put down their self-anointed leadership roles and spend some mindless time on the sand themselves. I’m less and less sure a geriatric-led society is good for anyone. Grand thoughts and assumed wisdom or not.
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