| ...and my thoughts turn to a fading image of one who never bored me. My dreams these days always see the beach - the sun the sharks the stingrays the swimmers. no place for someone white. or someone from the night. or a cat. right? The teeming life. the splashes. the sounds. the crashes. I think about an empty beach with no waves and no life which is where all this was. and where it's going. Summer only lasts so long and there are only a certain number of summers for every beach. Photos of a crowded beach from Summers gone by are so beautiful and sad are they not? Because life is a day in the sun on a crowded beach among the stingrays and sharks and fun and maybe you should call up that long lost friend and make up. |
