Cool Water Dry Sand

Today during my lunch hour, I drove to the local taco joint, picked up my favorite double-decker supreme and headed for the beach. I pulled into the parking space behind the car I was following. She jumped out of her car, dressed in nurse blues already rolled up her chunky calves. With camera in hand, she hopped down the stairs and walked to the water where she proceeded to put her feet and take pictures of them. This didn’t last long; she left just as quickly as she arrived. I took her lead. After I finished my double-decker, I rolled up my red pants over my chunky calves, took off my sandals and walked up and down the coastline. I saw a one-legged seagull. A young woman passed me by, obviously exercising. She passed me again walking backwards. It was comical; I was glad she was there. A surfer watched us from his van as he was preparing to come down with his board. The surf was up. I pulled my hair up into my banana clip, but the wind had its way with it. I walked back up to my truck and sat in the passenger side with the door open as I talked with my sister on my cell phone. Thank goodness for cell phones and their ability to instantly connect to people I love who love me back.