Vic and I walked Good Harbor this evening, intending it to be a leisurely stroll. The final pictures of a wedding party were being taken, and about 30 surfers waited off shore for a significant wave. The sun was setting, and the moon was rising.
Walking the length of the beach, I picked up two armsful of plastic debris. It was heavy enough that my shoulders hurt.
It is said that maturity is the ability to weigh one's impact on others, on community, and on the earth, the impact of one's remarks, habits, behaviors, and so on. Traditionally, immature human beings—-our children—-rely on their parents to intercede and pick up after them. Grow the hell up, everyone else.
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