At The Beach
At the beach, it took me three days to finish this book. Too much awesome is so distracting.
At the beach, we don’t really care that the 4th was yesterday. Because there’s sun today. The sun rules.
At the beach, Roozle begs each of us to go in the water with her. Then a small wave touches her foot and she changes her mind. Good choice.
At the beach, Roozle and I sit on my mat in the sand-free zone with an umbrella. She draws, I read, we sing all the songs. Singing rules.
At the beach, we have lobster for dinner and spend time with family and old friends. And life totally rules.
Good job, beach.