climbing them at the beach in CT when a kid. we wanted sand. we couldn't wait for them to turn into what we wanted. would have to wait eons. each day was a century between home and beach, sand or no sand. memories of soft ice cream and suntan lotion, mother on the blanket, head thrown back in peace for the moment, kids in the water, dad nowhere around, friends on their motorcycles, smoking cigarettes. waiting for the next thing, that was what it always was.
climbing them at the beach in CT when a kid. we wanted sand. we couldn't wait for them to turn into what we wanted. would have to wait eons. each day was a century between home and beach, sand or no sand. memories of soft ice cream and suntan lotion, mother on the blanket, head thrown back in peace for the moment, kids in the water, dad nowhere around, friends on their motorcycles, smoking cigarettes. waiting for the next thing, that was what it always was.
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