There are no childhood memories more filled with sounds, smells, and touch then those summer days spent near water. Timeless moments with sand between my toes. Salt from the sea caked in the crevasses of my skin. The feel of the sun hard upon my scalp. Digging. Digging. For gold. For China.
Stopping briefly to run into the water. Quickly, secretly, I flip my bikini bottoms down so the cakes of sand can dissolve away from between my legs. Quickly. Joyfully. I dive deep down into the coldness. My breath sucked away. I struggle to surface. An intake of breath a triumph. The wind slaps waves into my face and up my nose.
Rushing back to shore, I plop back down in my hole to China.
Such memories are divine. They transport every cell of my body back in time.
Lovely memories, and image.
ReplyDeleteI do like #1, but this one is a delight. :)
ReplyDeleteHow nice you found a curtain to hang that you liked. :)