As usual, it only took one day to go from full winter outfits to mere bikinis. Spring blossomed hastily and the town was sneezing with joy.
I make it to the quiet rock pier which I liked last summer and take my shoes off. This time, though, it’s not quiet. Everyone is out enjoying the rare, cherished summer day. What a treat, to not be freezing.
Worth some sneezing
A group of three young men to my left are already quite drunk. Too loudly, one of them removes his shoes, but for different reasons than me. He asks for his friend’s phone and climbs down the slanted rocky edge, precariously. The danger isn’t a long fall, but he might well hit his head and it would be difficult to help him out of the cold water.
Once satisfied with his stance, he says ”Look straight ahead” and his friends, male, put on a misty-eyed, duck-faced gaze into the horizon blasting with a sun that isn’t setting.
The barefooted climber then aims, chuckles, and aims some more, twisting his body into an impossible angle, not holding onto anything.
Miraculously, he survives the Instagram moment and a 24-hour story is born. I hope his followers appreciate the effort. He crawls back to his spot, staring into the sun.
Two minutes later, he walks past me to the very end of the pier, luckily hidden by some even larger rocks, and empties his body of excess beer.
Meanwhile, the waves arrive at my feet calmly and seagulls make their calls. I imagine they are announcing the arrival of spring to each other – or is it summer? A boat passes, blasting my least favourite genre of songs, and the waves get bigger. A tiny ant runs over my toes, which must feel like hills to him. In the distance, I hear a tram crossing the bridge.
Creatures large and small
Give this sunny day their all
Even risk a fall
(The haiku is for Sandy)