I breathe in. I breath out once the water crinkles up against the sand. horizontal stripes of peach that stretch from tree to tree. I hold the taste of lager between my teeth as I drink the beer that matches the temperature of the salted air around me. I think how funny it would be if I could watch my life in jump cuts & wonder why the moments of chaos lead to this. I ask - am I absorbing this as much as i can. what a stupid thought. My parents never stopped going to church. I really do hope this sight is a sliver at something much larger. Cause atheists confuse me. I breathe in. I breath out.
