Gleason Cove

My visiting friend Josie and I took the dogs to Gleason Cove yesterday and I was amazed at what we saw.  As many times as I've been there, I've never seen the water so high or the waves so exuberant.  There are floods and hurricanes happening along the coast, so I suppose that's what is causing the high tides and surf.  Willy was of course his wild self.  Josie took a long walk along the long beach...what little of it there was.  I stayed fairly stationary with Patrick, who was unimpressed.  He did not want to walk on the pebbly shore and sulked in the tall grass at the end of his long leash.  He is not an outdoor aficionado, but much prefers a couch or bed under him.  He was sick on the way home......the fourth time in the last few weeks he has vomited in the car. 

Nevertheless the rest of us enjoyed our sojourn.  Josie, from Milwaukee, loves to see the ocean.  Even though I see it every day from my windows and on my walks with the dogs, I am still awed by it myself.  There it is, minding its own business, a whole other world right beside us.  We are trying to ruin it with our waste, killing the inhabitants and their food supply.  It does what it can and will probably survive us human beings in the end.  Meanwhile we will destroy whatever is within our considerable power, just as all extinct species have done.  We all go down hard, and we take a lot of others with us.  It's the way of the world.