Friday, July 29, 2011

One Week

It's hard to believe that all year long I wait for summer. 
Some for school to end. 
Mostly just for the one week I spend at the beach. 
One week... out of fifty-two. 
Seems unfair. 

the beach is

my happy place

 my place of relaxation

 my time in the sun

 my time with my family

 the only time I like the wind

I fit it all in in one week
 I sometimes wish it was longer or that I lived there, 
and I could but then it would become the norm and not so special. 
I want to keep it special.