This Thing Called Love

Rita has left South Florida, after making a mess of our beaches. Sand drifts everywhere. Dead File fish lay on the shoreline, along with tons of seaweed. Much of our new revitalized beach has washed away.

C and I donned rain jackets, and hats, and set off for exploring the shoreline with a rake. We walked south towards Hallandale, and then north towards Dania, raking through countless mounds of seaweed, in search of beach treasures. We also brought along the camera, you never know what we may need to capture.

As we walked, and talked, every now and then, C would take a photo of me raking, or I would grab the camera and take a photo of her kicking seaweed around. She was wearing a little baseball cap, and me in my raffia hat; we look like a couple of local's that the beach has adopted, permanently.


I remember, looking out at the ocean, and thinking what an angry body of water. Huge waves come crashing to shore. We don't usually have waves, we have reef's that stop waves from coming into shore. But these waves were large, and mean, and full of biting foam. Then I look over at C, and smile a little smile, thinking.............. I'm so glad I have this moment to share with someone. I have someone that will share the same memories with me. We've been through so many hurricanes together, and cold winters, and hot summers. I don't think there is anyone out there that I would rather spend my memories with.

This thing called love..... who says love must be between a man and a woman? who says that women that love women are unnatural? Everything I feel for this woman is completely natural, unhibited, and it "just" feels right. I can't imagine a man wanting to get out in that yucky weather last night, and walk the beach with a rake and plastic bag. I can't imagine anyone else wanting to rake through muck and seaweed, looking for the tiniest seed, or piece of beach glass. Only C would want to do that with me.. and for that, I am grateful.