Monday, June 20, 2011
Beachglass Kind of Summer
That's what you get when you live on an island.
Everyone coming here wants it.
And we have it. :)
Excitement like the last day of school.
Anticipation of the entire summer off.
The joy of being the first one.
The first one to spy that prized piece beach-combing, jumping forward, grabbing for the brass ring.
The first one to run slap-dash into icy cold waters. No matter what.
The first one to yell "Ollie, Ollie, In Come Free!" dashing for the tree.
And later, the first one to get that Summer Kiss.
On the watch for every opportunity to feel the bonds of summer.
The hot sun baking you dry while you lie on a sandy, sea-swollen beach towel.
Best bud at your side.
Keen on savoring every feeling of every last minute of every last day.
Eking the last drops of sunlight to play as hard as you can, spilling over into darkness for kick-the-can, statue, freeze tag on the lawn.
Like beach glass, it's a frosty, rounded around the edges, filtered view by memory, been-around-forever-like-those-worn-Keds kind of feel.
Listening at the water's edge for the ocean lap, like a good playlist against our mind.
The chance to reconnect with youth, simplicity and the kind of life we thought possible, once when we were young.
Feeling just like we are at the cottage, the camp, the cabin once again, no matter where we are.
Can you capture that feeling again?
You only have to come get it.
You only have to feel it.
With a little help from your memory and the dare to let go.
One. More. Time.