Because I spent an inordinate amount of my youth at the beach, where water was the only escape from a wall of stifling summer humidity, a humorous image wafted through my mind on a soft little sea breeze.
Early morning risers, we old boomerettes are off to the beach wearing large prescription sunglasses, protective hats and water sandals, carrying gigantic colorful all-cotton beach towels and a village of umbrellas. It's quiet and bright - a hazy, diffused bright, that illuminates our perfect 60s vessels - personal road maps showing sags, scars and wrinkles that mark childbearing and/or other major events in our lives.
We ease our way in to the shallows and mill around the breakwater, communing in the peace. After catching up on the present, we inevitably reflect on the past. Maybe we could have done more than we did to make the world a better place - we certainly had the energy. But we're also proud of what we did accomplish nevertheless.
The world would have been a lot worse, we surmise, if we hadn't stood up for world peace, even if it was just refusing to support war, corporate greed and the destruction of our planet in our personal lives.
Elder Boomer Beach Gam • 8" X 8" acrylic framed to 12" X 12" • $250