Sweater days at the beach
The sun seems to roll across the land, unfolding like a heated cotton blanket.
The sand is cool and soft like baby powder.
On the vacant beach a chorus of gulls perform for just me, as I walk barefooted,
in black sweat pants and a green woolen sweater, completely at peace.
Picture is of the Great South Bay, L.I.
(Tell me what you're thankful for this week... Send me a comment.)