Pastel-wrapped day 11/26/11

• The skyline rainbow was pastel this morning.  Mother Ocean contrasted the soft colors by roaring in and pounding the high-tide beach.  I chose a balcony seat for a different perspective to watch the show of people rushing and dogs pulling hard on their leashes to make it to the sand for sunrise.  Sunbella rose slow and deliberate, commanding the placid sky.  The day begins.
• It turned out to be a glorious dry-aired, sun-drenched day.  Roni had to play.  I ran to Myrtle's Market for fresh produce:  3 apples, 2 oranges, a zucchini and a red pepper for $3.40.  Felt like I was stealing at that price.
• By 11:30, I was in my favorite spot on the ocean deck laying in the sun.  It was hard to relax with the teen posse rapping to songs on their boom box in the balcony above and some chick screaming "Jessie" over and over to her friend on the beach.  But I suffered through, letting the sun melt away my irritation.  Well, almost all of it.
• 2pm-ish and I headed north beachwalking.  The low tide provided 50 more yards of hard-packed sand and sun-warmed ocean slick to stroll.  Seems like my feet don't get tanned unless I'm walking the sand.  And I do like the look of tanned feet.
• A young couple, obviously dating and not married from the way they acted shy towards each other, braved the cool ocean.  Both had their arms across their chests, and the girl jumped a little with every wave to keep her lady parts from feeling the water's chill.
• A disabled gentleman rode a souped-up tricycle, with wide sand-gripping back tires and a motor.  He flew across the wet and soft sand with a wide smile on his face.
• Saw "family" with a heart drawn around it in the sand.  Not something I see every day.  Someone must really be digging their family for bringing them to the beach.
• "Happy Birthday Tristin" was written four times in big sand printing and once in shells, but no one was around then so I would know whose birthday it was.
• The equestrians were back mucking up the beach.  Guess they are allowed to ride on the beach from November to the end of January, but I'm already ready to tell them to shove their hoof prints and horse plop where the sun doesn't shine.
• Walking back, clouds started crowding the sky, telling me it was time to quit playing and get to work.  I decided a nap sounded like much more fun!
• Got up in time to see the sunset colors:  baby blue and pink wrapping around the entire horizon, cotton candy pink clouds drifting by, even Mother Ocean was rolling in on blush-colored waves.  Spectacular way to end Roni's play day.