If the
statement ‘start as you mean to go on’ was true, the day would’ve been a
disaster.
We wake up
and there’s nothing for sandwiches, we take Isis
for a walk but we get to the end of the street and have to turn back because
she won’t budge – it’s too hot for her. We finally leave to get gas and it’s
gone up 6 cents since yesterday! The buttons on the pump don’t work so we have
to drive round to another one that does work only for the actual pump to be
iffy resulting in Kels spilling gas all down herself. Back to the house we, she
needs to shower an change: it went everywhere. I’ve still had no email from my
Mother. By the time we pull on the highway I’m feeling a bit dejected.
Alas! Half
way there, the road clears and shuffle is suddenly playing all our favorite songs.
We drive through Rehoboth, through Lewes and finally we pull into the Cape Henlopen
parking lot. It’s midweek so it’s not too busy and we get a good parking spot.
The same applies down on the sand, people are scattered all along the shore so
we get the perfect spot right down by the water.
The sun is
high in the sky as we lay down or towels and slather on the block. The clouds
are like the people: scattered and sparing. As we’re so close to the water we
can both get in without having to worry about our stuff being stolen. The sea
is the perfect temperature: cold enough to make you jump but not so to stop you
getting in. I’ve not been in two minutes before completely submerging myself. My
wet hair feels delightful on my back as the sun beats directly on it. The horizon looks gorgeous, stretching out forever
right before my eyes. I dash back up the sand to get my camera, desperate to capture
this vision of breath taking beauty before it’s too late, before it’s gone. I call
my agenda over my shoulder to a confused looking Kelsey. I take picture after picture
after picture of the horizon, the sea, the waves, the sand, the people. I take pictures
of everything, aware that this is my last day on the beach before I have to go home.
Now that
my departure is so close, I can’t bear to leave. Delaware might be a bit naff but the beach
is gorgeous, the people I love and the weather… well, I couldn’t ask for
better!
We play
with the toy that we managed to remember this time; a ball with two scooped
catcher things – we don’t know what to call it. We splash in the sea and we lay
on our towels to soak up the sun, taking a drink every ten minutes. This is our
routine.
I’m silent
for a while, eyes closed, limbs stretched. ‘’You alright over there’’ comes
Kelsey’s voice interrupting my reverie. “Yeah, I’m fine” I say, £just embracing
the moment.” We both giggle. It’s such a lame thing to say and it’s been an
ongoing comment of mine all summer, but it’s true. Embracing the moment. Just
soaking up the heat, the sound of the waves and the people, my still wet hair,
Kelsey’s presence, how I feel right now. Absorbing the very perfection that is
this very second. The few clouds in the sky have not once passed over the sun.
A day like this needs to be embraced.
We carry
on out routine for a while longer and before we know it, we’ve here a good
three hours and we’re starving so we pack up and head for the showers.
Feeling
refreshed with the windows down and the volume up we head into Lewes to get
pizza and Kels knows just the place. We park and walk, Lewes is gorgeous, kind
of place I could see myself living one day; great book show, ice cream parlor
and pizza place as I was about to find out.
The restaurant
is a quaint little place with space enough to sit eight outside and perhaps
four times that inside. It’s call Half Full, as in ‘glass half full; an eternal
state of optimism. It’s quirky and comfortable and I love it. Now, my usual
opinion on pizza is the more meat, the better but today, fort some reason, I
feel like a change. Instead, I opt for the spinach salad; spinach (obviously),
roasted red peppers, red onions, tomatoes, cheese, bacon and balsamic. Nice and
light, I’m starving and can’t wait. I take pictures of this and that and the
next thing until my battery finally runs out; it’s done well to last this long.
The people outside leave and we quickly take their spot, it’s such a gorgeous
day it would be a shame to waste it sat inside. An older gentleman is say on
the bench across from ours. His eyes drinking in the view, you can tell by his
expression he is content to be alone, his face is an echo of the onslaught of
thoughts going on within his mind. I like people like him. It’s not long before
our pizza arrives and, my goodness, I am not disappointed. It’s one of the most
inviting looking meals I’ve ever had put before me. It looks so good I almost
don’t want to eat it but frame it! UI said almost, my belly growls are me so I
dig in. I can’t help but congratulate myself on my decision – it tastes even
better than it looks so I chivvy my camera back to life so I can get a picture
of it before it’s diminished.
While we’re
eating a couple arrives, the very ostentatious type. Not at all trying to keep their
conversation between themselves, they make sure we can hear. I feel sorry for
the gentleman for they chose to sit next to him. The disturb his serenity, his tranquility
as they’re on and off their seats, in and out of the door; it takes them
forever to settle down and when they do, they strike up conversation with their neighboring diner, pursuing small talk despite his obvious reluctance. Eventually
the conversation dwindles and the poor man doesn’t waste any time before
departing, he didn’t want a companion obviously! If he did, he wouldn’t be
dining alone! I hate how shallow some people are, how some think being alone is
the lesser of the two, as if ones own company isn’t enough. It’s clear the
couple on the bench across from ours are a couple that follow a similar ideal
concerning the one I just mentioned.
Kelsey
finishes before I do for I am too busy observing to chew faster. We sot for a
while, enjoying each others company, embracing the moment, before we decide to
head home. Eventually we get up and go. We amble slowly to the car, really not
saying much at all. It’s such a nice feeling – after a brilliant day, this is
just the perfect way to end it. I’m overwhelmed with love for my cousin; so
glad we reconnected after such a long time apart. We compliment each other wonderfully.
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