The Beach

Today, I noticed that the beach along my daily bike commute looked different. It looked unkempt. The groundsman hadn't leveled or smoothed the sand. The buoys were absent from the Ottawa River and the life guard towers were no longer within inches of the Ottawa River. After a closer look the flag pole no longer flew a red or green flag. The nearby restaurant on the beach had shuttered for another season. The swimming season was coming to an end. All that was left, as I took a last glance was an old geezer wanding the beach with his metal detector in search for some sunken treasure. Futher along the path, the trees were starting to show the first hints of fall as there were specks of red in the leaves.