Memories...
I don't know what it is today, but my mind is racing with memories.
Hot, summer nights walking along the boardwalk at Hampton Beach... The air was hot and humid. The water was ice cold. The boardwalk was too crowded and people flooded out into the streets. The sand was warm in places from the hot sun. In others, cold from the water. I stayed by the shops along the boardwalk because the beach was too lonely. It could have been any summer, late 80's through late 90's.
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September, 1990... We were walking along the beach, heading south towards the boardwalk and beach house. It was perhaps the last time we talked without any awkward tension. It was our last day together.
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A different life time. Old Orchard Beach. Some time around 1995. The blanket did nothing to keep the sand at bay, but we didn't care. It was dark. Lights reflected in the water from the pier. As the tide came in, our revelry was interrupted by the waves lapping at our feet.
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High School. Junior Prom. Laughing at the car alarm in the limo that kept going off for no reason. One, sweet, innocent kiss. It was one of the last times we saw eachother.
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April, 1991. In the midst of perhaps the worst depression of my life, I got the news she was dead.
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Late 1970's or early '80's. Another hot summer night. Riding in my cousin's Firebird... or maybe it was her boyfriend's... We went out to some amusement park by the beach. My memories of the night are hazy... but that was the way the night was, as seen from a kid's eyes.
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Meeting my parents at the beach. It must have been in the late '90s. Another hot summer night. I took a long walk out to the breakers at the north end of the beach. I lit up a long tavern pipe, sitting there, out on the rocks. I sat contemplating life and love while the sun set over my left shoulder.
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Spring 1990. Bahamas. Snorkeling in the warm, clear waters. I swam down for a closer look at the clownfish and angelfish while a barracuda wandered past.
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It was hot, too hot to do much, as we enjoyed eachother in her third floor Lowell apartment in some ancient, rickety building. Thunder. Lightening. Blessed rain. Standing on her back porch in the rain, wondering if it would hold us... and not caring about anything but eachother and that one moment.
I want to go to the beach before this summer is out.
Hot, summer nights walking along the boardwalk at Hampton Beach... The air was hot and humid. The water was ice cold. The boardwalk was too crowded and people flooded out into the streets. The sand was warm in places from the hot sun. In others, cold from the water. I stayed by the shops along the boardwalk because the beach was too lonely. It could have been any summer, late 80's through late 90's.
[skip]
September, 1990... We were walking along the beach, heading south towards the boardwalk and beach house. It was perhaps the last time we talked without any awkward tension. It was our last day together.
[skip]
A different life time. Old Orchard Beach. Some time around 1995. The blanket did nothing to keep the sand at bay, but we didn't care. It was dark. Lights reflected in the water from the pier. As the tide came in, our revelry was interrupted by the waves lapping at our feet.
[skip]
High School. Junior Prom. Laughing at the car alarm in the limo that kept going off for no reason. One, sweet, innocent kiss. It was one of the last times we saw eachother.
[skip]
April, 1991. In the midst of perhaps the worst depression of my life, I got the news she was dead.
[skip]
Late 1970's or early '80's. Another hot summer night. Riding in my cousin's Firebird... or maybe it was her boyfriend's... We went out to some amusement park by the beach. My memories of the night are hazy... but that was the way the night was, as seen from a kid's eyes.
[skip]
Meeting my parents at the beach. It must have been in the late '90s. Another hot summer night. I took a long walk out to the breakers at the north end of the beach. I lit up a long tavern pipe, sitting there, out on the rocks. I sat contemplating life and love while the sun set over my left shoulder.
[skip]
Spring 1990. Bahamas. Snorkeling in the warm, clear waters. I swam down for a closer look at the clownfish and angelfish while a barracuda wandered past.
[skip]
It was hot, too hot to do much, as we enjoyed eachother in her third floor Lowell apartment in some ancient, rickety building. Thunder. Lightening. Blessed rain. Standing on her back porch in the rain, wondering if it would hold us... and not caring about anything but eachother and that one moment.
I want to go to the beach before this summer is out.