The Beach

Summer means beach time. Of all the beaches I prefer fresh water. Seemingly less problems than the salty cousin. Summers always too short and my desire for beach time is even  shorter. The thought is pleasant but after a few days Ive had enough and Id rather be out in the wilderness. 

The sand, the sun, the wind, all lovely. 

The human indecisiveness tells me I want snow suddenly. Im not sure I could live happily in a single season environment.  

The sun sets on another excursion, a quick get away from the familiar rat race. Perhaps someday the rat race will be my excursion from the familiar state of relaxation.