The Hole in the Sand


I met him on the 31st of December 2015. He was digging sand like mad. Even though he could be more than 20, he looked like in his teens. The hole was already higher than his head and larger enough to sleep inside. His hair had the same color of the sand.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

“Nothing. I am bored,” he replied.

“So am I,” I confessed. “But I just walk.”

The next morning, and despite the tide, the vestiges of his frenetic digging were still there to be seen. If not for him, I would have never noticed how alone and bored I’ve been lately. Some people develop social skills to the point of hiding or even believing that they are enjoying whatever they are doing. Probably, they learned to enjoy free rides. It’s not my case.