There are ripples in the sand in the wind shadow made by the stump and the wind and the sand.
The wind shadow grew nearly twenty feet past the stump in a pennant-like plume of ripples and dark sand where it was protected from the wind by the stump.
Th railroad tie, sitting askew of the wind showed me its wind shadow first, and then my old friend the stump showed me a larger version.
As I walked south, away from the stump, I saw what found itself in the lee side of the stump, benefiting from the calmer area of a very windy beach.
Crab shells were in the wind shadow, and jelly fish carcasses too, peering out of the sand, desiccated as they were.
Pieces of bark, stones, and dried kelp, like bleached rope resided there in the wind shadow behind the stump on the beach on the morning after a windy day at the beach.
Sand shrimp and crabs left behind uneaten shells and legs and pincers, because no one wanted to eat them, all meat already consumed by the gulls.
Dark oily sand was there too.
So the question came to mind, “What is sheltered in my wind shadow?”
Places where I lived in Nebraska, Colorado, and Oregon.
Places I’ve traveled in Europe, Africa, Southeast Asia, Central America and the USA.
I guess at my age it is interesting to see what memories have survived in my own wind shadow of decreasing memories.
Look behind you. What is in your wind shadow?
-Small town boy