At the Intersection of Wallstreet and The Beach

Well, what did you expect? When the blind lead the blind everyone falls into the ditch. The fact that the blind elected the blind doesn't help those with sight much. Saying "I told you so" doesn't really balance things out. So what is one to do when all about you are losing their heads? ....Go down to the beach... The light was perfect and the sun was just trying to vault over the trees that top the bluff, but couldn't quite free itself, its beams being tangled in the upper boughs of the taller trees. The light that made it to the beach was that pure golden light. In the shade it was slate blue-grey. In the water it was cerulean and green and a deep blue in places. I found a log and set it up in the shallow surf only to have it fall seconds later when the water undercut it. After a dozen tries I got it to remain for a minute of two, a sentinal on this empty stretch, like the black monolith in 2001 A Space Oddyssey. Then I sat around and waited for intelligent life to evolve....still waiting.