We found a good spot to enjoy lunch (in other words, where we were somewhat certain that a rogue wave would not sweep us out to sea), and we simply watched and listened to the surf. The only other life we saw were pelicans and other seabirds skimming the crashing waves. All around us the erosion process had been escalated. The already rutted trails going down to the beach were in places a little difficult to navigate because the ruts had been deepened by the running water from the recent rains. Because of the high tides, the cliffs also showed signs of recent change, with some places looking quite unstable. It was a vivid reminder that our coastline is constantly changing, and that erosion is ongoing. Sun, wind, and water will win.
The ocean tells us, sometimes gently, sometimes more dramatically, that humans, despite all our exalted attempts to outwit God and nature, can never be the Alpha and the Omega. As we picked up some of the plastic littering the beach, I again found refuge in that message.
Such a beautiful way to spend Christmas Day: a picnic on the edge of eternity.