Eskimyrtles? 12/9/11

• Dark clouds hung thick above the ocean and made a solid wall at the horizon.  As Sunbella climbed behind the wall, she painted the clouds push-up orange.  When she topped the wall, she beamed streaks of dazzling light straight up the sky, like a soprano throwing back her head and hitting the highest note in her register.  The day begins.
• Took a break from cleaning and writing to beachwalk.  The horse ploppers were back.  Could they be so kind as to walk together and not muck up the whole beach?  NO, they have to meander here and there, dropping their plop hither and yon.  As I stepped over a pile that had been steaming in the sun, I remembered a line from "28 Days" where the group is doing equine therapy as part of rehab and snarky doctor Daniel says, "They couldn't stink more if they were dead."  You're right, Daniel.
• Found a peachy fairy teacup shell, tiny cousin to one I found weeks ago, when I was talking to SGD on the phone.  He brings me love and luck.  I brought her home to keep her cousin company.
• I think I found a new breed of humans on the beach.  Ages 2 to 17, dressed in shorts and swimsuits, squealing and splashing in the ocean.  The temperature is in the low 50s, so they must be of Eskimo heritage to frolic so in such cool water and weather.  I'm calling them Eskimyrtles.  I didn't see any in water above their knees, but I had worked up a sweat by the time my beachwalk was done, so who knows?  They may take the full-body plunge before they call it a day.