A bittersweet day at the Jersey Shore, as signs of seasonal renewal interdigitate with signs of Sandy’s destruction.
The timeless look of sleeping in a car, a sign that youth is wasted on the young.
The displaced feet are temporary, as will be the uprooted shrubs.
This isn’t putting on the green with a water trap. This is the rim of our lake with the aggregate of spring debris from the trees giving a piece of the lake the transient look of pond scum.
Mustang Sally, out on the boardwalk, the prize auction of St. Peters Church.
Not far from the car, on the old wooden planks not yet replaced, lies an elderly woman down from either the warp underfoot, or of natural causes.
On the smoother planks scoots Mr. Wheelchair, none the worse for wear.
Volleyball elevating …
Houses elevating …
Creating new sandpiles of unintended play.
Now that the people are back in force, the sign barring dogs will be taken more seriously.