Shrine on St. Simons Island GA
Whenever I make my trip to Virginia or North Carolina to see one of my sisters and their families, on my way back, I always try to find a nice beach that is close to i-95 and that has easy free parking. I found St. Simons Island, GA.
It was cold and windy out, but sunny. It was a weekday, some time in the late morning. There was barely a soul on the beach. It was heavenly.
As I walked on this beach, I came upon a tree. I don't know what kind of tree. Its leaves were gone, but it still stood very sturdy there in the wind. Some people had made it into a shrine for their friend. They had attached various items to the tree. Pictures, trinkets, ornaments - they had even attached a beer up there - I guess it was the beloved's favorite beer. It was so beautiful that they had done this. She must have been loved.
I'm not sure whether the tree was still alive or dead or if it had just shed its leaves for the winter or what. I don't know trees. I don't know what kind of tree it was, as I said. I didn't know this person, or for that matter, I don't think I know anybody who reside at this little beach town. I'm not sure whether the beloved lived around there or if it was her favorite spot. I'd never even heard of this place until I saw mention of it at a rest stop on i-95.It truly is a beautiful spot. It's a point, a jutting piece of beach with patches of vegetation and little dunes here and there. I stared intensely at the surface of the sand. Grains of sand tumbled, blown by the wind over ripples. I walked around a while with a blanket wrapped around me. I stared out at the ocean and watched waves come in.