There’s no better place to enjoy Midsummer than along the shoreline. With the sounds of stones rolling under the wash of the waves in the background, willets forage in the waters at Silver Sands Beach. Once a beautiful sand beach, the shore is now mostly stones. Sand was trucked away decades ago to make cement for buildings and a runway, under the premise that the sands would return with the waves. They never did.
Beach peas grow in profusion among the stones above the strandlines. Their purple and green are a refreshing sight among the greys of the rocks.
A green crab, dried orange by the sun, lays in a tangle of seaweed in the sand. Eventually, the sun will turn its carcass white.
Periwinkles covered with elaborate apparel are also present in great number.
Dried pink amphipods are washed ashore. They too will turn lighter in the sunlight.
Though you can’t tell by the image, the stones are warm to the touch. To me, Midsummer means feeling the warmth of the sun in a way that touches you to your core. There’s no better place to feel this than on the beach. What does Midsummer mean to you?