But when the sea and sky are incredibly blue, with just occasional soft little clouds floating on high, it's that ocean calling. Again Dearly Beloved and I, lured by the siren call of the sea traveled the five minutes to Davis Bay, bought ice cream cones ( he chose rum and raisin, I fixed on chocolate swirl with almonds) and slurped our way over to the pier.
Turns out there were several young friends having a good time on the pier. They were jumping from a height of about 15’ into the water, then climbing up a special, strong and well built ladder back onto the pier. Other young folks occupied a nearby swimming platform out in the ocean, or were on their way to it.
The young guy ( we’ll call him Darren) primed himself for the deep dive. He encouraged his dawg ( we’ll call him Rodney) to accompany him. Poor Rodney was caught between a rock and a hard place all of a sudden, wanting to obey, but knowing he shouldn't. Suddenly, decisively, Darren flew off the pier, hitting the water with a loud splash. At the same time there was a doggie cry of anguish from Rodney, looking on in horror from above.
A beautiful thing happened. Rodney went as close as he dared, and firmly, with pressure, placed his head on the young man’s lap, pleading with him not to jump. It was such a loving thing to see. A moment in time, caught here. And it was good to see, it worked. No more diving!
It was fun watching these lovely young people move from one interest to another. They did some more climbing and swimming, and this seemed quite acceptable to the faithful pooch, who followed along keeping a watchful eye on his charge.
Enjoy this view from the pier with me, on a summer day!