It was late dusk when I saw him. He was young, tall, lean, and strong. He epitomised seaside youth. I had no option but turn my car around. This I wanted to see. His determination.
The sun was fading fast. The wind strong. My eyesight weak. But like him, I set up, waiting for success.
He leaned right back, now almost lying down. He had done this before. The gouges in the sand, his history.
The wind lifted him. Airborne!
But only for a nanosecond. He came down with a thump. His legs flailing before impact.
The wind was not in his favour. But, he did it all over again, and again, and again.
I had stopped to see his determination. I left with more. I experienced it.
The serendipity between strangers is something I cherish. Lessons taught by strangers. Unintentionally. In quiet spaces between sun, sand and sea.
And, I hope, in this shared space.
Until next time
a dawn bird