The Sea Was Wet As Wet Could Be
May, 1967
I felt we made an embarrassing contrast with the open serenity of the scene around us. The pure blue of the sky was unmarked by a single cloud or bird, and nothing stirred on the vast stretch of beach except ourselves. The sea, sparkling under the freshness of the early-morning sun, looked invitingly clean. I wanted to wade into it and wash myself, but I was afraid I would contaminate it.We are a contamination here, I thought. We're like a group of sticky bugs crawling in an ugly little crowd ov...
