Serenity at Sea II
A fisherman stands on the high rock and casts out his line into the surf.
I always long to be near the ocean to watch the waves roll in and then reach a full crest before they fold into each other. It was nearing sunset and the crest of the wave was lit still with sunlight while the tide closest to me had reached dusk. To me it’s the definition of serene.
To the west of downtown Cabo San Lucas, Mexico there is a secluded beach where groupings of large rocks and boulders jut from beneath the sand. The surf breaks on the beach with such force that it’s almost impossible to walk a shallow surf. No swimming allowed especially for a swimmer such as me!
A fisherman balances on the largest of the boulders in hopes of a catch. The only footprints on the sand are those of ours as we take a tranquil morning walk.