If it ever turns out this way...
Watching the shoreline shifting the sand, I can't wait for the night to come. The sky has faded and the red is sinking into the water. And the best part of any summer night such as this is seeing you come out the front door and walk across the beach toward me. It's about being soaked when the tide changes and somehow keeping sand out of the bed. It's something about the peeling paint in the one-bedroom house and the tall grass around the porch. Little things like being about to be in the water after walking straigh out the fribt door. We can never keep the porch clean, but it's alright that way. Waking up to the sound of waves and weeing you is something I would never tire of...