I like beaches

It's as though my city (Cape Town) is surrounded by coastline. There are so many different options to choose from with regard to which beach to go to. Although I've spent around 35 of my 37 years in this city and a lot of time at the beach, I don't believe that I've even visited all the beaches here.

I guess my favorite time to be at the beach is around sunset. Perhaps most times I've visited the beach has been from around three hours before sundown until around an hour after.

There's this one beach I used to regularly visit before recently moving to another part of the city, and one could walk on and on along the beach for maybe 1.8 miles before reaching a no-go zone near a nuclear plant. On perhaps three occasions I've walked more or less this way there and back.

Perhaps the first time I was on that beach just before the no-go zone, I unknowingly trespassed into the no-go area and came perhaps within 200 m from the nuclear plant. This might have been early 2022. I don't know, maybe I was a little radioactive that day...

It might have been that same day that I saw a seal on the beach. I guess I was walking right at it and then going left and right, having a little trouble making my mind up which way to go around it. I took out my phone to record it, perhaps standing five feet away, and it suddenly lunged at me or something like it was going to bite just before making a slow journey back into the sea. It was like some kind of dog. Perhaps it was that day that "sea dog" first came to mind.

The one day (,maybe on one of the days that I made this longish journey,) it was perhaps 30 minutes after dusk and I was still walking along the beach on my way back to the car parked some distance away. If I'm not mistaken, it was very windy, quite dark and it might have been a little misty. I can imagine it was cold and I was dressed in short pants and a short-sleeve shirt, barefoot. At one point I came across this person who I would imagine was almost completely covered, wearing a jacket with a hoody. He/she was walking shining a flashlight or something and when I came near, the person shined it at me, checking me out. I could guess the person was a little startled seeing someone walking by so late and dressed like that in that weather. But I might have just been walking four hours non-stop.

It's something else to be at the beach shortly before sunset and shortly afterwards, seeing the color and the scenery. I can imagine that at that particular beach I've fantasized about starting walking that long journey at dusk and just walking on into the night. Perhaps at times it's felt as though the dusk could last forever, but it gradually ends and then it's dark.