In the last part of April the ocean air begins to rust the metal signs of shops along the bay of Santa Rosa. The crabs return to the ports and along the secluded rivulets of beach encompassed by water-worn stone. The winds change and the smell of moss and sea salt returns, and the gulls migrate in innumerable flocks as wide as the wood and white as the moon. The fishermen begin to take longer journeys and their wives cease their knitting of warm clothing.
The gulls stop here every year to feed on the eggs of the crabs. For a few weeks the beach stinks of rotting crabmeat. Hermit crabs trade shells along the coastline. On the horizon, where the sky meets the water, you can sometimes see fish leaping after the sun. The stretch of sand and …show more content…
Here and there one can find evidence of good will in the form of wax paper littering the shore, any remnant of the sweet spun sugar cleaned daily by the birds, or, one supposes, the children.
As summer claims its rightful status, the once pristine surface of the sand riddles with pockmarks of tiny feet, in strides the length of which suggest a gleeful running pace. At the far south of Rosa Beach, the land rounds and flattens and gradually becomes slick with grass before surrendering to sparse wood. It’s not uncommon to find large, saucer-like stones flattened by some ancestral river that long ago submitted to the sea.
The grass grows low in the shade of the oaks, and in the deep heart of the thick are a few carved names of ancient lovers that stole away into its privacy in decades passed. Some have grown so high in the trunk that a Being has to climb to discover them, and many a cherry cheeked boy has ventured this …show more content…
The murky shallow moss is home to all manner of tiny sea creature. Tangled in the underwater world are countless metal hooks of all shapes and sizes where misguided fishers have tried in vain to lull the many fish that feed here into their traps. The trinkets incandesce at onlookers from the bank, shimmering with the coming of the tide, tempting naïve fish to wander near.
To the north of the beach he landscape is all at once rich with shingles and the land inclines to a tall façade of metamorphic rock. There the terrain reaches farthest into the sea than any other place in Santa Rosa. The natives call it La Espina de la Rosa, “The Thorn of the Rose,” and its reputation as the best view in Santa Rosa is yet uncontested. Were there need for a lighthouse it would doubtless settle there.
At the exact middle of town is a statue of Saint Rose depicted with a halo of roses. The statue is adorned with an exquisite, embroidered tunic and scapula, and, most appropriately, a delicate rosary. Her hands forever clasped in prayer and her eyelids shut with such gingerliness as to make a being look twice to make sure they weren’t, in point of fact, wide
The gulls stop here every year to feed on the eggs of the crabs. For a few weeks the beach stinks of rotting crabmeat. Hermit crabs trade shells along the coastline. On the horizon, where the sky meets the water, you can sometimes see fish leaping after the sun. The stretch of sand and …show more content…
Here and there one can find evidence of good will in the form of wax paper littering the shore, any remnant of the sweet spun sugar cleaned daily by the birds, or, one supposes, the children.
As summer claims its rightful status, the once pristine surface of the sand riddles with pockmarks of tiny feet, in strides the length of which suggest a gleeful running pace. At the far south of Rosa Beach, the land rounds and flattens and gradually becomes slick with grass before surrendering to sparse wood. It’s not uncommon to find large, saucer-like stones flattened by some ancestral river that long ago submitted to the sea.
The grass grows low in the shade of the oaks, and in the deep heart of the thick are a few carved names of ancient lovers that stole away into its privacy in decades passed. Some have grown so high in the trunk that a Being has to climb to discover them, and many a cherry cheeked boy has ventured this …show more content…
The murky shallow moss is home to all manner of tiny sea creature. Tangled in the underwater world are countless metal hooks of all shapes and sizes where misguided fishers have tried in vain to lull the many fish that feed here into their traps. The trinkets incandesce at onlookers from the bank, shimmering with the coming of the tide, tempting naïve fish to wander near.
To the north of the beach he landscape is all at once rich with shingles and the land inclines to a tall façade of metamorphic rock. There the terrain reaches farthest into the sea than any other place in Santa Rosa. The natives call it La Espina de la Rosa, “The Thorn of the Rose,” and its reputation as the best view in Santa Rosa is yet uncontested. Were there need for a lighthouse it would doubtless settle there.
At the exact middle of town is a statue of Saint Rose depicted with a halo of roses. The statue is adorned with an exquisite, embroidered tunic and scapula, and, most appropriately, a delicate rosary. Her hands forever clasped in prayer and her eyelids shut with such gingerliness as to make a being look twice to make sure they weren’t, in point of fact, wide