windy beach

the wind was strong and the sand hit my red glasses...but the air smelled so wonderful...i cried this evening---and i normally don't do such girl-like things...but somehow i ended up happier than i was yesterday or even the day before...i scribed acronyms in the sand that only certain eyes and minds could understand. i saw jellyfish among the seaweed and wished i could see this ocean sight every day. i wished for the sounds of pachelbel just minutes ago and my friend to play it on the piano for me at the appointed time...i want to drive along the ocean and remember the sights, sounds, and smells of this place...i know where i am going in just a little while there will not be any ocean air...the st. lawrence river will have to suffice for now and for that i am thankful that water will still abound. i want to be happy...to dream of lofts and a time where time will slow down, even though i know that "time doesn't slow down for those who dream," there are moments in life that seem still and quiet, alone and intimate, nearly as if i were the only one on the planet...it is for these moments that i long for...