Aug 9, 2015 Ramblings and Musings

I call myself “not a beach person,” but I think I kid myself.
I love lying on the sand, looking up at the sky (with sunglasses, of course), and love seeing the sunlight glinting on the waters.
Of course, the beach I went to today was a local one, with imported sand along the shores of a beautiful pond with trees all around. No trace of salt anywhere, as far as I could smell.
Getting older is a pain.
I remember loving the beach when I was a kid. I didn’t care about the acrid, salty taste of the air, and the blowing sand in my hair, and the water grabbing at my ankles like greedy hands from the deep trying to suck me into the ocean, in India, on Marina Beach.
I will, I will recapture that spirit!
… For my girl, who thinks I don’t like beaches, because I foolishly shared that opinion a few too many times.
I shall do it for her!
And I shall do it for ME!

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Dreamer of Dreams

August 9th, 2015