Two Trips to the Beach

Visited Meigs Point at Hammonassett State Park on Saturday, then Sunday (Friday, spent at the office, to take advantage of not having a bunch of molecular biologists (query: what is the collective noun for a molecular biologist? a complex? a sequence? an assembly (no, that's more bio-informaticists)) shouting in my ears). Saturday was raw weather. Leaden skies, cold drizzle, wind and the implication that lightning was possible, if only it would get up some ambition and drag itself out of bed. "Nice place," I thought, "if you're a codfish: cold, dark and damp." Saturday evening the clouds blew away, turning the sky colors that I haven't often seen outside a World of Warcraft screenshot(*). I returned on Sunday, to see what the sea would look like. Sunny day, wind whipping the water into playful waves and the whole place smiling. I've always found it easy to lose myself in looking at the sea.

(*) Yes, this is what I meant to write. WoW and its kin tend to turn the saturation up, just a bit. Ideal-looking people; uniformly healthy trees; stonework at just the right point between newly-hewn and decayed; and skies that are just a bit more like themselves than they usually are in real life.