Heated up from a full day of packing, I headed to the beach. It was a gorgeous day, the sky a color not seen for a week. Oki Island even put in an appearance, rare in even the clearest weather. I'd hoped to swim, but found the beach a mess, covered in debris. Trees and bamboo and a floatilla of PET bottles bobbed in the surf. LL Tim told me how a few days ago he'd buried a dead dog he found in the water. I assume most of this had washed down the nearby rivers, then washed up during the storms. A real shame. I'd purposely spent the summer in the 'Nog in the hope of daily swimming. But there'd be no swimming today, and probably none for the rest of the year.
On the turntable: Miles Davis, "At Last"
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