Summer love: water slapping against the shore might be the only sound you hear. If the day is sunny, the light sparkling off the water and the heat you feel as you sit on the dock is enough; where a visit becomes a touchstone, a measuring stick that you can lean up against the months stretching out behind you to see how far you’ve traveled – see where you moved faster than lightning or where you got stuck.
Where you figure out if you’re on the right path or need to veer off slightly. Try something else: a bit of a tweak to whatever master plan you set into motion however long ago that was.
Go or stay.
Maybe you just kick back and live in the moment and to hell with the plan.
If you’re paying attention, you’ll see that orange ball down near the water or half-buried in the sand. All that you’ll need to flesh out another small moment in time – a grace note all to itself, is the dog.