Low tide blue sky, punishing sun, Chatham Beach, fifty-three years ago, wind enough for kites chills in the water. This is a lot of sensation for a 4-year old.
Following my old man, who was then young, through the shallows, watching the sunburn on his back get away from me. Falling behind. Little. Salt, sand, sound, sun uncomfortable! Probably tired — of course, tired! Whining, crying WAIT! UP! Stepping on a horseshoe crab! Remember that day the rest of my life.
Poet. Humorist. Storyteller. MuddyUm editor. I write. I have always written. I play accordion. I have an extraordinary ability to be fascinated by things.
