today, i had to slip away from the studio in the middle of the day. something i rarely do. the beachy warm wind smelled of my last chance to really sink into summer. so i walked out the door and to my little beach, grabbing a bucket off the porch to carry my treasured finds. and for an hour or more, nothing else existed. the tumble of waves drowns out any worry. and the water gathers around my feet, making tiny pools of sparkle and lovely. the pebbles murmur.
and when I leave, my skirt is soaked past my knees. my hair is like twisted rope. and for the rest of the day I can smell the lake on my skin and see my feet through a quiver of water