The Beach

I remember the first time we went to the beach. Neither of you had been before. We would go on vacation. I think - was it the trip where the car died and we bought a new one on the road? Was it the trip where it was sort of like an open air motel? It's hard to remember. What I do remember though was how you loved the waves crashing over you. How you sat in the sand letting the waves crash over you. Knocking you back. You laughed so much, so full, so heartily. You laughed out loud as the water would break on the beach, break on you. When you stood up your shorts were full of sand. So full. You were so happy.