There is
just something about the beach, some sort of unexplainable connection that I
love. I don’t know if it is the water, the rhythm of the waves or the open
space but it draws us, and holds us there as though hypnotized.
Being the only
person there, a lone soul on a deserted shore, just intensifies those feelings
and that sense of connection.
This morning
I walked the beach alone, a light drizzle falling. This beautiful section of Burlington, Ontario's South Beach is gorgeous and has become a recent favorite of mine. The only sound competing
with the waves was a few seagulls going about their business. I followed a
group of nervous sandpipers, lost in my thoughts, the rainy surroundings
invoking in me a very weird and difficult to explain sense of both melancholy
and joy.
It
definitely feels like fall today, I thought and with that, the fading of yet
another summer that has gone by much too quickly. Is this the way it’s meant to
be? The perception at least, that time speeds up as we age, that our youth is
replaced by responsibilities and commitments and sunrises become a luxury to be
enjoyed only sporadically?
Heading
further up the beach, I came across two older gentleman, clad in shiny black
wetsuits, returning to shore from an open water swim. An admirable pursuit, I
thought and maybe a way to hang on to summer as well as to vitality just a little
bit longer.
I turned
back and started walking in the direction from where I came. I noticed my
footprints in the sand, the only ones on the beach. An interesting metaphor I
thought. Life, a journey, spent interacting and intertwined with others, but ultimately
travelled alone. Perhaps this was the source of my mixed emotion, each step
representing an exciting step forward but also one less step to look forward
to.
I veered
away from the beach, but paused to look back one more time. Soon my footsteps
would be washed away by the rain and the water, all signs of my visit erased.
Maybe this
is also a part of our connection to the water, I thought. Clarity and a cleansing
of the mind. Feeling now more joy than melancholy, I walked away, perhaps a
little wiser, and I smiled.


Built in the early 1990’s, this 16-hectare (40-acre) park found in the West-end of Hamilton Harbour is a great destination for the whole family.
With rowing teams on the water, people fishing and lots of other activities going on, Bayfront Park is an ideal spot for relaxing and people watching.
Additional features include naturalized areas of shrubs, trees and wildflowers; park lighting for evening enjoyment and accessible public washroom facilities across a gravel parking lot (limited hours). Bayfront Park's upper plateau plays host at various times of year to various special events such as Aquafest, Festitalia, and Canada Day festivities, which bring thousands of people to the park every year. Parking is available on-site. The park is fully accessible and is located on Bay Street North at Harbourfront Drive / Simcoe Street West.