Glassy Oceanfront

As you make your way, tip-toed, avoiding the glass shards, a metal clunk, an almost unrecognizable turbine, you will stop halt at a ship. The plane, or remnants of what it used to be, is sunk in the sands almost half way, its red paint peeling, the other side a fragile, corroded metal. The ocean has taken parts of the ship… or was it the other way around that the ocean brought the ship to the shore? You will never know the legend behind it, the lost captain, the lost crew from many decades ago, but you only know that it has not been removed for the sake of the tourists and the sake of the birds who sit atop of the plane. Or otherwise, this beach may have been useless, where people used to throw away trash, where you cannot swim due to the harsh tides and its dangerous waves and the sharp jagged rocks that peek above the surface of the water.