...but I hope that one or two grains of sand find a nook to hang out in and that I discover them some evening during the coming long and dark winter. Don't get me wrong, I do intend to bathe and maintain a certain level of good hygiene. However, if I come across a grain between my toes sometime in February an explosion of sun and warmth will overcome me.
I'll be back on this beach on Lake Michigan reading and writing. I'll be back in the water body surfing shallow waves in even shallower water. I'll be walking along the dunes with tall grasses tickling my legs. Crashing waves will fill my ears and I'll watch the water droplets evaporate on my brown arms while sitting on shore, just a spitting distance from the lakes edge.
And come February, regardless of how much I love winter and all that it brings, these associations and memories will be as welcome as a creamy porter after a day tromping in feet of snow. They give me daydreams to get lost in, and even fall asleep to. And for that I am eternally grateful that my memory is in good working order. Without it all I would have is pictures, and they never do justice.
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Sand has an amazing ability to NEVER really go away. You know what it's like when you get sand in your shoes. I hope you DO find that one grain of summer in the innermost crevice of your fantastically big toe.
And you know I would never question your hygiene, Luke...
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