beach rules cares at home
no worries no concerns but
carry that iPhone
It drives me nuts.
And it breaks my heart.
At the same time.
Seeing the tourons who have worked, earned, scraped and saved for their week on the beach and they finally get here.
They finally get to the beach.
Their feet are in the water.
The connections are established and all the worries, cares and fears are drained away if just for a short time.
A short time that might last longer.
If only …
If only they could leave that iPhone behind.
Part of a series based on afternoons spent at the beach on Hilton Head Island.
I wanted to see if I would be ‘inspired’ by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.
Some turned out okay.
Some were too forced.
Some were just bad.
Some did involve some or all of those feelings.
As far as it goes, I guess I was inspired by by what I saw, by what I heard, by what I smelled, by what I tasted, what I felt emotionally and what I felt tactilely.
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