It’s 5 pm, and the slanting September light sparkles and dances across the water. Despite the threat of autumn with its heightened sense of purpose, the beach is covered in glowing bodies soaking up the last vestiges of summer’s heat.
From our spot in the sand, we spy a shimmering haze of calm diggers bent over buckets in search of butter clams, mussels and cockles. Not even red tide warnings and the possibility of shellfish poisoning deters them from the lure of the catch.
A stream of paddleboarders pick their way gingerly through the reeds as kayakers glide stealthy through the waters. A lone sailboat flaps its white sails in the distance.
We slather more sunscreen on our sun-baked shoulders and sip our illicit cans of beer mesmerized by the ephemeral beauty of this shining moment between summer and fall, freedom and responsibility. Meanwhile, four children oblivious to summer’s closing act splash around at the water’s edge, their spray glittering like fireflies as peals of laughter echo across the inlet.
This is my first post for the 21 Moments Writing Challenge to be written this September.