I had spent the morning walking along South Beach/Katama with my daughter Deb, drawing in the sand and enjoying the solitude of the beach in May.   The waves are higher and more intense on the southern side of the Vineyard…but this day the surf was quiet.   We were enjoying the peacefulness when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.  As I approached I saw that it was a large stick, at least that was my first thought.  Upon closer inspection I discovered that it was more like a walking stick… it was pretty solid and just the right height.

The top was rounded and well worn, the stick itself was dappled with knots.  I wondered where it had come from ?   Was it originally someone’s Christmas tree that had been brought to the beach to be recycled. Was it then discovered by a beachcomber and fashioned into a walking stick.  If so then why was it lying alone in the sand.  Had its owner washed out to sea, been abducted by aliens or perhaps the walking stick had magically walked away to seek adventures on its own.

From time to time I look at it and wonder what its story is, but alas inanimate objects are stubborn in giving up that information.