Early this morning, I was greeted by a low tide, overcast sky, and only a few vacationers. Good, I thought, I won't even need my hat; my zinc sun lotion is more than enough protection for my face.
So . . . I happily started my routine of fast walking, interspersed with some arm and leg exercises. After some thirty minutes, I was completely relaxed, my mind absorbed by the sights and sounds of the beach: a canopy of stratus clouds over grayish-green water, receding wavelets revealing sand patterns that looked like a quilted bedspread, a few surfers, a kayak, kelp bulbs that popped under my weight, and the plaintive cries of seagulls. All was right with the world.
And then, I looked up at a couple of Blue Herons flying directly over my head.
I really should have worn my hat today at the beach.