16 June 2003 (Monday)
Running down sand dunes several hundred feet tall; the dog shaking off sea foam, a thousand points of light jumping off the water; building pyramids and sculptures, adorning them, making them precious, worth protecting, and then frantically constructing crude walls to keep out the threatening tide; shrieking and collapsing into laughter as a surprise wave obliterates it all, and soaks us down to the underwear in the bargain; the wind drying our salty hair stiff as we cross the expressway back to the shopping mall; hydrogen peroxide on an ugly cut to the index finger, made uglier by grit and happy negligence; fried calamari and crayon on butcher paper, a loose game of Pictionary while the main course procrastinates: "particle accelerator?" "Forrest Gump?" "donkey in a bathtub?"; sleep and sore limbs and the wrong person on the bed's other half -- it's your sister, not your boyfriend, no roaming hands tonight.
We get older every year; every year nothing changes, and everything does.
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