No walk on the beach today.
I am at the Toronto Islands on the boat for the weekend and the beach there is
not one of my favorites being clothing optional.
I am not a prude but some behaviors are best left to others.
Instead, I took the dinghy and puttered through the canals to Wards Island where
some folk still cling to the few homes spared from demolition by those who would
turn it all into the ersatz parkland of concrete benches and manicured grass.
There is a little bridge where you must duck your head to get under and then you are
in another world where time stood still and the developers have not intruded.
The water is clear, weeds hide fish, turtles sleep on logs and the sun peeks through
the leaves of tall trees. Soon, too soon, I approach the older homes that remain from
an earlier time. There is an old dock and I spy a Snowy Egret with lunch in his beak.
Though the rest of my quiet ride is enjoyable, the sighting of the Egret makes my day
memorable.
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