A spider. An abstract piece purposely placed for all beach strollers to feast upon. I actually don’t see devastation when I look at this. Still don’t a few years since Florence graced North Carolina with her presence. Hurricane Florence. She pummeled Topsail Island. Literally. Topsail Island is narrow enough that it only takes minutes to touch sound waters and then the Atlantic Ocean. No wonder it’d been so easy for the ocean floor to reach up and completely flood her. Silly me for living on the bottom level. Silly me.
And yet … I still see a spider. An intricately built piece of rustic wood placed into a wild maze that couldn’t possibly be replicated. A million dollar art piece for sale to the highest bidder.
Surf City, Topsail Island is a sweet island perfect to vacation or live year round. Typical restaurants with burgers, fries, seafood, sirloin are there, and with the usual condos, simple beach cottages, larger multi-family vacation homes. Less activity during the cold months, a frenzy the warm months. Once the island had been put back together, of course.
And I wouldn’t expect this masterpiece to still be there. I’d go back, though. Almost wish I hadn’t fled as I had. But that’s the choice I made from this disturbance in my life. A crystal ball wasn’t available at the time I made it …