Picture this … a white sandy beach …the sea, a duck-egg-shell blue, and warm waves licking the tips of your toes.
Heaven. But it gets better. There are Stingrays in the shallows…. One, two, four, six, maybe more.
They’re huge and quite flat, like submerged black bin liners with big eyes. But be careful, for they have a dangerous barb in their tail, and if aggravated they’ll use it.
A cautionary tale; crocodile hunter, Steve Irwin, was killed by a Stingray.
So avoiding their tails and standing close enough to merely marvel and wonder, we watch the Stingrays as they glide around perhaps waiting for the fishermen cleaning their catch on the beach to throw the fish heads back into the ocean.
I look up. The scene is perfection. Like I said, white sandy beach, duck-egg-shell blue sea, warm last of summer sun, and Stingrays. What a day.
“It’s such a perfect day.” Lou Reed.
What perfect day have you had recently?