The tide is very high tonight, with a full moon and a storm offshore that are pulling the ocean into the bay until it completely covers the marsh of verdant green on sunny afternoons. Now that marsh is submerged, and lights from the mainland reflect and lengthen across deep water not usually there. From our side the lights reflect on water that keeps coming in, keeps moving as the tide clock says ”high,” and the storm drains gurgle as the water spills up from them onto the street and I wonder if I should move the car someplace higher as the trickling water in the gutter nears the tires.
I lived in Ocean City, near the beach, when I was younger. I still try to get to the beach there, in the summer. It will be easier now, that the crowds will be gone. Driving past all the nationalist American flags on West St is quite disturbing, though. When I lived there, OC was somewhat segregated, but at least there were people of colour, there. Now, I see none. And all the homes along West St look alike, no sense of history to it anymore.
Quiet
Those people are mostly gone, so historians who have studied it, are worth listening to.
I also need quiet. And yes, I also need meditation.
Your writing, and insights, are great, per usual! The photo appears pornographic. I'm sure it wasn't your intention.
I lived in Ocean City, near the beach, when I was younger. I still try to get to the beach there, in the summer. It will be easier now, that the crowds will be gone. Driving past all the nationalist American flags on West St is quite disturbing, though. When I lived there, OC was somewhat segregated, but at least there were people of colour, there. Now, I see none. And all the homes along West St look alike, no sense of history to it anymore.