Did humans really come from the seawater? My
husband calls me 'crazy woman about the sea.'
A long way past Jones Beach in Long Island,
there is Robert Moses Beach. Even in Moses Beach, I enjoy the beach in front of
the lighthouse on the way to go Fire Island.
On a sunny late summer day when the seawater
was warmed up all summer, I cannot help but run to the sea. If I leave my body
to the surf, the waves lift me up slightly and put me down gently. I enjoy the
joy that comes when the waves lift my body and the warmth of the sand that
touches the toe.
The blue sky that meets the endless white sand
carries me on clouds and takes to far away childhood. The repetitive rhythm of
the sound of the waves is the mother's lullaby. In the warm, calm wind like a
mother's touch, I slumber with a sand arm pillow.
Rainbow-striped cloth screens symbolizing
homosexuality can be seen everywhere. People enjoyed the late summer sea with
naked hang around and chat. A naked woman in the next mesh tent fell into a
nap. A brown, middle-aged woman, well tan all summer, takes off her clothes and
walked past us to the sea. I wore my glasses.
"You don't need to look hard with your
glasses. You spent so many years in college to draw the nude models," said
my husband, as if the bird could not pass by the mill.
Unclothed human figures are natural. Rather,
colorful swimsuits are annoying. A naked human being looks like as a part of
nature, like sand and wind beneath the blue sky and waves and a tree. I looked
away and got lost in thought.
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