Life's a Beach

Relishing warm rays beaming and the sound of waves crashing, I wonder aloud, “could anything be closer to heaven?” Oh, and look who is here! My grandfather is reading under a nearby Swedish Whitebeam, my high school sweetheart is acquiring a drink for us to share, and here comes my childhood Australian shepherd with a frisbee bathed in slobber.

“Alas, I was never abandoned,” I shout with glee to the glimmering sky. “You all were always here by the ocean!”

Because I lie there more often than not, I know my mind is a sun-soaked towel by the beach.