On a day like today
We passed the time away
Writing love letters in the sand
Just like letters on the sand
Where waves were
I feel you’ll disappear to a far off place
I miss you again and miss you more
Mashup lyrics: first three ‘Love Letters in the Sand’ Music by J. Fred Coots lyrics by Nick and Charles Kenny. Remaining lyrics ‘Through the Night‘ Lyrics & music IU.
Image: Robert Duncan
Inky: I didn’t make it to the mountains, I wound up at the shore. It was beautiful out, warm, and the beach was almost abandoned. I spent the weekend remembering you, us, and the long hot summer. I remember the day you drove away, headed up north.
My Mom told me ‘if you love something you have to let it go, if it comes back it is yours.’ So I let you go that summer. You walked away leaving me facing the water, and I didn’t turn around until the rumble of your old vet faded.
Ask me about my childhood, and I will tell you to walk to the edge of the woods with a choir of crickets chirping from every direction, a hot, humid breeze brushing through your hair, your feet, bare and callused. Stand there, unmoving, and watch the dance of ten thousand fireflies blinking on and off in the darkness. Inhale the scent of cured tobacco, freshly plowed southern soil, burning leaves, and honeysuckle. Swallow the taste of blackberries, picked straight from the bushes, and lick your teeth, the after-taste still sweet in your mouth. Now, stretch out on the ground and relax all your muscles. Watch nature’s festival of flickering lights.
Memory: Brenda Sutton Rose Image: Christmas – winter.tumber
Doing? That, <points up> was my childhood. The blackberry bush was on a plot of land just on shore down a dirt road from my house. We’d raid it often, and trudge home with stained fingers and lips, cut off shorts and tshirts covered in mud and wet from the salt water. Those days my muse was a tan and black shepard name Bo Bo, and when he heard my Mom or Dad call my name he’d scamper to me and tug on the back of my shorts herding me home were supper lay on the table.
I was chestnut brown by summer’s end, face dotted with freckles, with a long sun bleached ponytail. ‘Sunshine’ was my nickname. Innocence was my companion, and you could have sold me all the seashore in Arizona I was so gullible.