Beach at Night | zilphia's Blog

The night-before-last I decided to drive to the beach, despite the fact that it was going to use up 2 gallons of gas.  I love the drive over the marsh, although I am sad that there is so little of it that is no longer fringed with house lights and street lights.  Once several years ago, I saw road ghosts on this road, and I still look, but am gratified to  have seen them once.  It is a dark and spooky highway.  It makes me think of Bruce Springsteen's lyric about 'The ghosts of the boys you sent away, they haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton framed of Chevrolets'.  It is that kind of road.  The road ghosts are of a honeymoon couple that died in a wreck, lots of people  have seen them.  Anyway, I love to ride that highway, and I wish I could drive it stoned out of my mind, like I was a kid again, but maybe then I would be joining the honeymoon couple.   I love to listen to music while I am driving, and the other night, I was listening to that Nickleback CD that has all the spooky songs on it. 

At the beach, the wind was cool and warm at the same time, and blowing sweetly over my body as I walked.  Like any other old Granny Woman, I sought a swing and sat swinging, shoes on and no sand between my toes!  In the darkness some young people came by, and I sat unnoticed as they laughed and drew something in the sand--a large something that took a few minutes to complete.  When they had gone the wind and the sea made me feel young again and I took off my shoes and headed down to the water, and passing the drawing in the sand, saw that it was a Pentagram.  I am a Pagan, and because the kids were young and bubbly, felt that this  Pentagram had no bad vibes, only a doorway that would go when the tide came in.  I did not enter it, but felt that there was a doorway there.  I continued on to the water and then I think that a miracle happened...I could feel like a second person over me, the child that I had been, 3 years old in a pink and white gingham sunsuit about to step into the water, my knees bent, my arms back a little and giggling at the the feeling of the waves lapping my toes.  And, as myself I danced in the waves singing,  'I am Air, I am Fire, I am Earth, I am Water'  and I felt happy, for that brief evening, happy as a little child on the beach.