Every day is a beach day

Warm sunny day

Head to the beach

Barefoot on the sand

Find a nice spot

Put down a towel

Umbrella for shade

Lay down and relax

Stroll on the beach

Dip your feet in the water

Feel the sand between your toes

Stiff breeze off the ocean

Sand starts to get everywhere

Open a sandwich for lunch

Crunch crunch sandy sandwich

Wipe the sand from your eyes

Sip a cold drink

Sip crunch sip crunch crunch

The wind speed picks up

Umbrella topples over

Sand pummels your skin

Time to head home

Drag stuff back to the car

Shake off the sand before entering

Car gets full of sand anyway 

Arrive home tired and roasted

Step into the shower

Sand sticks to your skin

Refuses to wash away

Scrub soap scrub soap scrub pain pain

Dry off with a fresh towel

Feel the burn from residual sand

Sand in the shower pan

Sand on the bathroom floor

The whole house has sand trails

Vacuuming does not work

Sweeping is ineffective

Give up and go to bed

Wake up with piles of sand in the sheets

No point going to the beach today

You brought the beach home yesterday

Assateague worshippers

she walks the Assateague beach before sunrise

feeling the sand between her toes

pausing to listen to the gentle crashing waves

watching the birds run in and out of the waters edge

too early for the daily onslaught summer tourists

only locals venture out at dark o’thirty

some come to ride the surf

others stroll with morning coffee in hand

she stands still as the first jewel of sunshine appears

the sky painter had chosen mostly orange today

tinting the high clouds pale pink in honor of the approaching sun

the birds line up to watch the sunrise

the sun climbs up out of the ocean

like an awakening giant

only ever seen with the naked eye near the horizon

all other times his power must be worshiped through sunglasses

with eyes closed she pays homage to the morning sun

willing her mind to absorb the energy falling on her face 

whispering thank you to the universe for another beautiful day

it only takes a few minutes to fully recharge her soul

the birds return to feeding in the surf

she heads back to the parking lot

exchanging smiles with the the wet suited surfers heading to the water

on the drive home she passes the first waves of tourists

while the screaming crowds devour their sand encrusted lunch on the Assateague beach

she is home alone reading meditating and enjoying her inner peace

as the sun sets she feels the last of his energy leaving her body

she sleeps soundly dreaming of tomorrows Assateague sunrise

Beach Day

Beach day

At day at the beach planned

Picnic basket prepared

Towels and sunscreen packed

Beach chairs and umbrellas ready

Load up the car and go

Kids bursting with excitement

Parking a short walk from the beach

Dad does the heavy lifting

The kids carrying buckets and spades

Finding the perfect spot

Setting up the umbrella for shade

A stiff breeze off the ocean

Kids playing in the sand

Time for a nap in the beach chair

A few hours later everybody is hungry

Time to break out the picnic

The wind is blowing harder

But we are still having fun

I am handed a plate of food

Fresh sandwiches and cake

It looks very appetizing

I am salivating in anticipation

I bite into the sandwich

Horror of horrors it tastes gritty

Sand blown all over my sandwich

I try to wipe it off to no avail

Sand is blowing everywhere

Its in my eyes now too

Time to abandon the beach day

The kids complain about leaving

Heavy traffic all the way home

The kids start fighting in the car

Arrive home tired and grumpy

Sand is traipsed through the house

I jump in the shower and scrub

A large pool of sand forms on the shower floor

It refuses to wash into the drain

Why did I ever think beach days were fun