what happens at the beach*

Shadows grow long. Shells pile. Dogs frolic. Signs look cool. Sand gets in your ears. Sand gets everywhere, for that matter. Dogs sproing. Still sproinging. Dogs tire. Then dogs thank you the best way they know how.

* Yes. It's summer. My Tank of Vitriol is nearly dry. There are grass clippings and sand in the sheets. New freckles. If pictures of dogs aren't really your thing, check back later in the season to see if I'm stressed out yet. Or you could root that I break my foot again.But that just seems sort of mean.