The nerve I tell you! That too, not even the opposite sex. How dare they? x Especially in such times. Of great danger and mad disease.
Of course there are others in the water – but none of them shameless enough to bare their chests, stand in their denims and descend into the lap of the rushing waves. One may argue there were the others – the family performing rituals for the dead, or the frolic-seeking, touristy youth. But they have a separate section – the more commercial end of the beach. On this end, for the regular local folk – sorry this is not what the beach stands for!
That moment of daring, though. For to lower themselves in such treacherous waters that carry filth and venom from each corner of the city, its very colour a fitting grey. Maybe the pandemic had given them confidence – they thought the sea had cleansed itself. Hah! We locals started reclaiming the sea a month ago. Poor things – they know not. As they stand there, foolish lads frolicking in the frothy water, laughing in the face of danger – I watch in bitter condemnation – how dare they! I can’t help but think of these lines.
The sea is to see
Walks, exercise, photography;
But not the sea
A place to be
Shirtless and free.