fishing

I lean into the shadow of the wall with hat pulled low and my feet buried in sand. I’m holding a book but my eyes move off the page. The woman to my right is applying sunscreen. Her hands move

naked women

I have been rather quiet lately because it’s summer, my kids are home, and there’s simply no time to write. I console myself with the idea that I am lying on the beach (who can complain about that?), watching people