Saturday I abandoned my chattering monkey mind on the shelf indoors and headed into the benevolent sunshine. It was an orange sundress, espadrilles, and straw hat wearing kind of day; the kind I especially don't like to miss. We excavated the faded blue canvas beach chairs from the basement and took in a street aglow with the ebullience of yellow daisies. Sleepy from an early morning run, I sat with hot sandy pages of e.e. cummings while Bud paddled out into the waves. We napped under shady umbrellas, ate salty french fries, and hitched the hours to the flowing sea breeze.
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears or the sea. - Isak Dinesen