Tuesday, July 3, 2018
IWSG July 2018 - The Trouble with Summer
Summer finds me in other sands, not behind an unhinged door but across the dunes at the water's edge, playing tag with waves.
I'm always thinking, always considering what to write. I sit down at my computer and decide I'm going to write for a bit, just put some things down and nothing comes. I pull out a piece of paper and doodle, sketch a flower, try and draw my cats. Then I go get a glass of water and some watermelon and the mood is lost. I don't want to write stories in the Summer; I want to live them. I want to sit and read the stories of others while the waves kiss my toes and the gulls beg for grapes.
There's a spot just north of the lighthouse we like to go. The chairs thwack our hips and the basket chafes but it's worth the walk across the hot sand, cross the jetty, to where the tourists don't go. Some do, the intrepid travelers who, like us, hate the lifeguard stands and the whistle blowing and the cops that dole out tickets for glass bottles of wine. When the tide is low you can clamber around the rocks and tidepools and watch the surfers ride the little waves that lick the North Beach. That's we sit, a ways from the rocks, in front of houses, and wait for dolphins to crest.
These are the stories of Summer and they're the ones I want to relive again and again, even if it comes up a rain and we can't out run it and we fall into the car laughing, soaking wet and sand caked. But I'm trying to get the words out, to tell of the sunsets and the terrible karaoke at the bar we can hear over the waves and the laughter from the group of people swimming in the dark.
I hope you're having a wonderful Summer so far or, for those of you in the Southern hemisphere, I hope your oncoming Winter finds you cozied up with plenty of tea. Enjoy yourself, wherever you are, and remember to live your stories. They'll make the ones in your mind richer.
Cheers and Happy Independence Day :D
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