Suspension

The waves crash onto the shore one after another, the sound lulling me into a trance. Stretched out on my yellow and navy beach towel, I feel the heat of the sun on my skin. Sweat drips off me. It is time. I am ready. I rise and carry my foam noodle under my arm…

Surf & Sand

“I’ll walk with you. Let’s go,” my sister says, lifting her head to the side, to the sea. She adjusts her sunglasses and starts walking up the access path. I hand my cane off and follow her. Where won’t I follow my sister? The sun warms my skin. I slip off my flips and bury…