Monday, April 16, 2007
The beach blanket is slightly covered in a dusting of sand, kicked there haphazardly as they giggled and chased each other to the surf where the waves lick the land.
Forgotten marshmallows wait speared and cold, as the sun still shines. Maybe the ants will get to them before dark falls, maybe not. Maybe the two lovers, acting years younger than they are, will return in time to sear the edges with fire and tempt themselves with the tasty gooey treat and with each other.
Their splashing and laughter is contagious. I smile, hoping that I will be so deliriously in love and given over to sophomoric romanticism when I'm their age....