Riding Along the Boardwalk


noun: a promenade along a beach or waterfront

The beach is my most loved place to be. I just can’t get enough of the salty sea air. Or the colors of blue and green curling and swirling with the white sea foam. Or the sail boats off in the distance. Or the chance to see a pod of dolphins rising and falling, sea serpent like, just beyond the waves. Seaweed dots the sandy beach…”mermaid tails” we used to call them when the children were little. I think about setting up an umbrella or building a sand castle or finding the perfect seashell as I sit in the warm sand and feel the cool ocean breeze.

But one of my favorite things about being at the beach is riding along the boardwalk. I love my champagne colored bike. The wicker basket squeaks as I gently peddle along feeling the breeze in my hair and the sun on my face. It makes me feel young but wise and confident, too. As I ride along I can hear small children laughing, and see the sun sparkle on the water. BBQs are lit, wine and beer and cocktails are out on the tables. American flags are everywhere. People of every race and religion are sitting on their decks talking, joking. As I pass by I get snippets of conversations, some of them in foreign languages, happy tones of laughter with friends and family. And the dogs! Dogs on porches, in bicycle baskets, being walked with red, white, and blue bandanas and collars and sometimes even hats.

It is my utopia. A slice of America that I cherish. Riding along the boardwalk is like an old fashioned movie playing out in real time. I celebrate America this way and I kind of like that about myself.

“The beach becomes a kind of utopia – the place where all our dreams come true.”

Roxane Gay

Happy 4th of July!


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