July 20th, 2005
Sand, ocean, seaweed
The sun was hot, and the tide was out. I took off my sandals and felt my bare feet press into the sand. Into the water, and the memories came like waves. I’d forgotten how the ocean caresses your legs, how the temperature goes from cool to warm even in shallow water, and how the seaweed wraps around your ankles.
I don’t want to forget again.