The Tiralo

Carry Me

I think I will miss going to the beach the most until the day I die. Strolling on the water’s edge on the sand made firm by the sea water running there and back for eternity, cool water kissing my feet and ankles, squishy sand oozing through my toes, hot sun warming and browning my skin. Turning cartwheels on the firm sand. Running into the water at full speed then diving into an oncoming salty wave. Ducking underwater, dodging…