April 19th
Taking another walk around my regular route around the base of signal hill I think it’s called the North Head trail. As I made it to the mouth of the harbor I saw a young lady sitting in the faded red Adirondack chair , she was bundled in a grey hoodie , red knitted hat and a puffy black coat. She sat quietly reading a tattered paperback book.
This is where I had planned to sit and enjoy the view, I pressed on just over the crest and found a suitable rock to rest on. Looking south over the water I watched the sun play on the waves , the wind was also playing against water, tasting the salt from the foaming waves while they beat against the coast. I could also taste this same salt as I wet my lips. The white foam softened the rugged coast. I wanted to take a photo but somehow the pleasure of sitting here and enjoying the moment would have been lost so I declined.
I untied and donned the coat that was wrapped around my waist , I could feel the sweat begin to cool me down with the shore breeze. Slipping my hand into the dark satin pocket of my black Carhartt bomber coat I felt the dimpled rind of two small oranges , today’s snack. I slowly worked the peel from the fruit and savored each juicy bite.
The noise of the waves didn’t go away , it stayed constant, simply grew louder and softer and only drowned out by squawking seagulls as they passed. With my oranges consumed, deep breath’s inhaled a fog horn near the light house began to bellow in the distance, this was my signal to leave.
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