After a conversation with a good friend I decided to start my day off at the beach with the sunrise. I couldn’t wait to get there and feel the serenity of it all. I knew that if I started the day in peace and quiet reflection it would be perfect.
Warning: profane language, horrible spelling, grammar usage etc..
Soooo I got there while it was still dark and, as you would imagine, it’s all dim and windy and kinda umm scary. Then “oh sh**!” I see a moderate-sized creature scurrying off in the other direction.
At this point one voice in my head is saying, “F. this! Go home chick. Quick” But you know in my conscious mind I feel like I’m more gangsta than that, so I strut over to find a spot to set up.
It’s early morning & there are a lot of sounds going on. Mostly soft swishy sounds like wind, water, birds, nothing too out of the ordinary. Underneath those sounds though, as I’m sitting there waiting on the sun, I hear another sound that I can’t place.
Now, I’m the only person out there so I’m not trying to spaz out. I look around. Cool. Collected. See nothing. Think to myself, “Now self, if this were a scary movie, with some ravishing young girl by herself on the beach hearing chewing/clicking like noises you would say its unrealistic cuz any SANE person would’ve left by now” Again, I dismissed my concerns and started taking pictures of the scenery to quiet my nerves.
a sea monster!
Wouldn’t you know as I’m snapping away in my peripheral vision I feel something looking at me. So I slowly look over and the sea monster is like 15ft away fixated on me. I mean STARING.
Now, I knew it was sizing me up, to see what I would do. And I was freaking out in my mind trying to remember animal planet shows or tips, like what do I do in a situation like this. Do I run? Then it might run after me thinking I’m scarred or playing. Do I stand up to assert dominance? Run towards it to scare it away? Forget that! It might think I’m trying to threaten it’s beach turf.
So I’m just sitting there glaring back at it like, “Try me if you wanna” ya know. So then, the thing starts walking and im like, “naww, I was playing DON’T try me!” (all of this in my head of course) So this creature is circumnavigating where I’m sitting. And as its walking I can see this isn’t a dog, nor cat, nor raccoon. It’s lookin kinda like a fox. But I’m like since when do foxes come to the beach, wtf is up?
So I’m bracing myself, cuz it’s starting to circle me. No one is around to hear me scream or anything. So I get like in a DMX state of mind, so now the voice in my head sounds like him (DMX). And its even barkin and shit the way he used to. And its like, “Aye Yo son, if the shit get any closer, take the bag [I had books in my bag] and wop the fuq out of it” At this point I’m resolved I know what I have to do. Its not moving fast so I inch my hand over to my bag, meanwhile it stops to investigate a hole. Next, it looks up at me, I’m looking back ready to fly or die – then all of a sudden a dude comes running towards us with his dog, and the foxy little monster goes back to where it came from.
a closer look
Alright, so after that I felt good, ya know. Like I had a squad with me, a few people were showing up with dogs and metal detectors and stuff, so I wasn’t worried.
I got up and sauntered over to the hole my foxy little friend was just so concerned with and my joy drained instantly. It was a baby turtle massacre! Or at least that’s what it looked like, a few of them were wiggling their feet?/fins? but they were on their backs and couldn’t move.
Look, I like animals, but not enough to touch them. But I knew if I left them there they’d be done for. Knowing my fellow beachers (<– totally made that word up) affinity for animals I recruited a young man with a metal detector to help me relocate the turtles.
*And by help me I mean pick them up and place them exactly where I say: close enough to the shore line for their own safety and a photo op showing me releasing them into the wild.
(i wonder if PETA would give me an award 4 my efforts?)
exhibit A-C for Peta nomination
As if the morning couldn’t get anymore crazy, metal detector guy ,Kevin, apparently thinks he has a new best friend and starts telling me about:
– his black friends
– his son in prison (as if I could relate with being locked up)
-how rich people suck (as if I couldn’t relate with affluence)
– how romantic the sunrise is (somebody help!) yaddah yaddah yaddah.
-i think he mentioned Obama, but I tuned out by then
I thought he would never leave. He did leave eventually, but insisted on leaving his number… and email– jackpot! (<- sarcasm)
All in all I’d say it was a great B-Day morning :)!!
*the 1st Nina*