Memory Trigger
I love the memory of slightly distorted electric guitar playing low from a boombox — carrying across beach sand. The way it mixed with the liquid static sound of the thumping waves. And the heat that pulled sweat from mostly bare skin. The golden wash-out of pouring sunlight through closed eyes.
“Today is the greatest…”
I remember the smell of the ocean, the way it felt to push my hands into the hot dry sand.
Coffee, a blend of music on the stereo, and sunlight shining through the window trigger ocean memories, now. The day’s heat is hidden behind a silky wall of air conditioning.
“She walks in the sun, to me…”
So, I’m thinking about being out in the lush air, under a powder blue sky. I’m thinking about how the light looks in Summertime. Looking forward (ahead of time) to the weekend.
I hope that it is a great glowing mountian of Summer hours.
“Let’s go away for a while…”
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