The water is twenty feet deep and you can see the bottom. You're feet are silvery blue beneath you and suddenly you're tanner than you've ever been in your whole life. Breakfast was three donuts and a huge box of orange juice. You have nothing to do but throw a tennis ball around and look at sea glass. Black dogs are rolling in the sand. You don't even have to take pictures because it's that beautiful.
Welcome to spain. Have a Sangria or three.
Ah, I am imagining!
ReplyDeleteWill you please bring me back a piece of seaglass? Calder made a mobile of the stuff once. It was glorious... am working on one of my own.
You write beautifully. Like an english major.
And you've always been more tan than everyone else... so you shush.
Ren Fest starts this weekend. I'll be missing you horribly and insulting John Lennon to the best of my ability. Good luck with Europe! And try to eat more veggies.
Your mom wants a piece of sea glass too. So that makes one pudding in a can, a piece of seaglass, and you.
ReplyDeleteI wish you could go to Santander. I wish I could go to Santander.
I love you,
Me
Actually, Ms. Wonderland (aka Alsn) would prefeuer (that's french for "desire") seafoam, instead of seaglass. It is something she truly understands, wants to share with others, and has a place for- the bathtub. She would water it every day.
ReplyDeleteThere'll be no time for insults- I told her of vanilla arcturus, now she spends her nights just trying to smell the stars.
Oh, and btw... Happy Birthday Kiddo!
I love you!