April 7, 2016 § 6 Comments
On Saturday afternoon, I went for a quick stroll on the beach,
shoring the sights up in my memory — and the warmth on my skin — of the last hours of Daylight Saving.
It was a typical mid-Autumn day.
The sand was wind- and water-rippled.
The gulls’ footprints seemed to blow away as I watched.
Soon, when I walk on the beach, I’ll wear shoes, socks, a coat, a beanie.
I’ll call the wind ‘bracing’.
I’ll think of this last long day of light with yearning.
Summer nostalgia — is there a cure?
There should be!
Okay, a confession: autumn makes me crotchety. I’ll get over it soon, I swear!