“In the middle of winter, when it’s dark outside at 4:00pm and you’re shivering under 6 sweaters...” said the side of my internal dialog that eventually won out, “... how are you going to wish you spent your last summer day off? Soaking up healing sun-rays while taking in the un-crowded beauty of Weston’s Beach, or ticking off things on your to-do list!?”
“OK.” said the ‘to-do’ list side, “But we only have an hour to spare. 11:00am to 12:00noon.”
And so it was. I hopped into my bikini and headed for the beach. As it happened, I had the vast expanse of golden-white sand all to myself (at least until almost noon). First I took in the rays, enjoying the ideal temperature for sun-bathing (summer is too hot, you know). Afterwards I absorbed the picture perfect Saco river, strolling where the clear, silent water met the sand; admiring perfect reflections of cloudless sky and just-starting-to-change foliage on the water’s mirror-smooth surface.
Crickets and a few cicadas sang good-bye to summer,
And I was there to hear it.
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