Relaxation and Respect ...
It was an uncomfortable morning around the house, for a host of reasons, and when E got home from the 'Seed, we were both really itching to do something. Each of us thought the other wouldn't be in the mood to go back to Avon, having just been there on Wednesday, but happily we were both wrong.
The ride down was lovely, quiet in that way that allowed both of us to slough off our anxieties. Once we hit Ocean Ave, there were people, of course, but it wasn't as crowded as either of us thought it would be. Maybe the Hallmark holiday was keeping people away, not that I am complaining, mind you.
Before settling in, we drove over to the corner of E Street and Tenth Avenue in Belmar, where a spontaneous memorial to Mr. Clemons had been constructed. As I said yesterday, even though I wasn't a huge fan, it was nice to take a minute and pay respect. I think a lot of people were doing that today.
We were in our chairs a little before six, and the beach had almost totally emptied out. For a long while, we just sat quietly, chatting here and there between the waves. Then we read for a while (daaaamn, The Little Country is a wonderful book!) before E went swimming, pushing herself a bit past her safety limit!
For me, this was heaven. Total and utter relaxation. As the sun began to set, E went over to Kaya's Kitchen to get herself some dinner, while I stayed behind and sang some songs quietly to myself, which I love to do when I'm alone there. (When The River Meets The Sea always makes an appearance ... )
E came back and ate her dinner as the sky changed from pink to purple to dark blue, while I took a few last pictures. Then we took a walk up the boardwalk, listening to a slightly subpar band playing Don't Stop Believing at The Columns. (The net is still not working at home, so no Glee tonight. Phoooey!)
Once again, I did not want to leave. I swear, if I'd had the means, I would've just gotten a room at the Inn and eased my way into my travels from there. But since that was not possible, we said our goodbyes, stopped by The Stone Pony on our way through Asbury, stopped at the Windmill, and made our way home.
Written by Icarus! Quinn at 1:21 AM