On The Beach.

Sunday afternoon-time to drive to Castlecliff. Maybe to have a swim: maybe not. Maybe to lie on the sand: maybe not. Today no swimmers are to be seen, no one for the lifeguards to scan; no sunbathers on the sands either, instead a collection of whitish logs like relics that do not belong. The red-and-yellow flags are fluttering though, a reminder of potential danger out there. I know that a young lad drowned here on Christmas Day-unspeakably sad. I paddle along the wavy shoreline, 'Should I swim or not? 'I wonder. I decide to flag it for another day. The lifeguards are packing up now; time for me to log out as well, and drive back to the motel pool.