It has been a month of blur. Where has the summer gone? A vow must be undertaken to make the most of what is left of the season before the cold fall winds blow through Main Street.
Remembering a fond late summer moment, walking through Rehoboth with my friend in the dwindling light of sunset. As we watch the other vacationers going about their rounds in the beach stores, the restaurants with the vine covered walls and quaint little tables, sipping cool drinks under candystriped umbrellas we marvel at the basic vivid goodness of life and the easy quality of each other's company.
The sweet coconut aroma of tanning oil mingling in the gentle fresh sea breeze reminds us of the reasons we came here, to ecape the noise and frenzied bustle of the City... and the happy yellow labs always underfoot with a smile and a pair of cold noses welcome all who walk by us, cheerful as ever in their own peculiar doggy ways.
In the bracing, clear bright blue morning the car was packed for the drive back to the City, and one last long stolen look at the ocean and the endless wide beach was taken from the high deck. Then the turn was taken from the driveway to go to the road lined with crab shacks, sand and dunegrass en route to the endless interstate. The perfect end to the perfect vacation.
It was 9/10/01.
Remembering a fond late summer moment, walking through Rehoboth with my friend in the dwindling light of sunset. As we watch the other vacationers going about their rounds in the beach stores, the restaurants with the vine covered walls and quaint little tables, sipping cool drinks under candystriped umbrellas we marvel at the basic vivid goodness of life and the easy quality of each other's company.
The sweet coconut aroma of tanning oil mingling in the gentle fresh sea breeze reminds us of the reasons we came here, to ecape the noise and frenzied bustle of the City... and the happy yellow labs always underfoot with a smile and a pair of cold noses welcome all who walk by us, cheerful as ever in their own peculiar doggy ways.
In the bracing, clear bright blue morning the car was packed for the drive back to the City, and one last long stolen look at the ocean and the endless wide beach was taken from the high deck. Then the turn was taken from the driveway to go to the road lined with crab shacks, sand and dunegrass en route to the endless interstate. The perfect end to the perfect vacation.
It was 9/10/01.
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grey:
aamco. i'm trying to sell it for 1000.
grey:
i'm better off, probably, sticking with the car i've got. an 88 oldsmobile with 600+ stickers and a window that doesn't roll down. my baby's reliable even though she doesnt' act like it.