I closed my eyes for a minute at the beach yesterday.
The wind from earlier in the day had died; my kids were in the trailer; it was just me and the Bay of Chaleur.
So I sat down in my fold-up chair, stretched out my legs into the sun, and closed my eyes. The only sounds were the gentle swishing of the water as it lapped the shore and the occasional laughing gull. I breathed in the sweet salt air and let the warmth of the sun feed my soul. Too soon, summer will be over (somebody, please slow it down!), and these things will be but a memory and a wish.
I believe I was made for summer.