SUNDAY LOVE

SUMMER TRAVEL SERIES, PART 2: a postcard from the beach

The late afternoon sun melted into my skin as I dusted off bits of sand from the palm of my hand, trying not to get the pages of my new weekend read gritty.

I spent this sultry August weekend chasing the sea breeze, applying and reapplying sunscreen that smells like coconut & papaya, giggling and belly-laughing with friends, in a small town on the Jersey shore.

The once pastel hydrangeas, I noticed, had turned a burnt pink.

There is some inescapable romantic feeling that washes over me whenever I am at the beach. With each gentle current, every time I see a couple holding hands along the shore, when the heat swelters and my skin glistens with sweat, I begin to long for a love(r) of my own.

When will I be the one in love at the beach?

Someday, some Sunday, I hope.