Nature at its best
I can smell the saltiness in the air as the waves broke on the shore. There was hardly a cloud in the sky which was almost perfectly dark blue and there were also birds flying up so high. The sound of the waves are soporific I want to go back to sleep right there on the empty beach. It is an idyllic morning best suited for contemplating the deeper meaning of life and the always eternal questions about existence and the universe or the cosmos itself. The silence was at times almost deafening, so to speak, as the light breeze brought distant muted sounds from somewhere. If someone wants to live here forever like Robinson Crusoe, then I can hardly blame him.
In less than an hour within that picturesque beach scene as described above, the weather had turned nasty as there is a brewing storm coming in. It is not a particularly strong storm but the weather forecasters had warned the residents to take some precautions against any sudden storm surges brought about by the expected strong winds blowing from the north side of the little island where our community is located, connected by a small causeway to the mainland. It was a hint of bad things to come when the garbage and other flotsam came in brought by the waves. It is a disheartening sight to see Nature all fouled up by human activities due to not caring. There is a strong bad smell coming from the collected garbage swept in by the waves which seemed to be bobbling up and down like some unseen buoy because the garbage formed