Half-hidden in wet sand,
different from the rest.
Blue, the color of sincerity.
I dug it out and slipped it in my pocket.
Big rambling house among the dunes;
our playhouse on an April weekend.
We wore sweaters on the beach
and never saw the sun.
I strolled on chilly sand under leaden skies
and sipped Bailey's in an upstairs room,
scanning the horizon
through a broken telescope.
In the drizzly afternoon
I watched beach movies,
sipped wine,
and amused myself with cards.
At night we grilled by tiki torches
then huddled around the television,
rent-house blankets over our shoulders,
to fend off the April chill.
More solitaire,
More wine,
More beach movies.
As rain pattered on the roof.
Although we laughed often,
I said little.
Nothing exciting happened,
but everything did.
The wealth of one found shell
now serves as a blue reminder
of a cool and peaceful interlude
under protective skies.
This is a Three Word Wednesday post.
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5 comments:
We think of blue perhaps as cold and distant but it can be a 'peaceful sky'..calm..content..a haven..Jae
August 22, 2012 at 10:32 AMWhat a lovely picture you paint here. I have had times like that and your words bring back those memories. I even have some blue shells. Thank you.
August 22, 2012 at 1:00 PMMore beach movies? :) Sweet remembrance piece. A little sad for being something to look back on.
August 22, 2012 at 4:57 PMI loved holidays like that. You could really relax and not be yourself. Delightful
August 22, 2012 at 10:35 PMIt was quite easy to get lost here in your words. You breathed life into that moment so beautifully.
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