Long days playing in the sand, walking on the beach, catching fish and swimming
She likes to take her dogs to the water's edge, chasing sticks and biting waves, running hard and fast, kicking sand and shaking it all over everything
The children love to wade and they never mind the warnings about getting their shoes wet, let alone their clothing
picking up sea shells and laughing in the sun, wind blown hair the going style
they imagine giant monsters living in the deep blue sea, sharks and whales the size
of ships
finding bits and pieces of passers from another day, another lifetime spent upon the sands
no thoughts of darkness lurking, boiling, burping
miles from the beauty basking on the beach
storming, thundering thick and black and dark so dark
aweful, ugly, oozing, seeping sadness
devastation pouring pounding drifting draining out
pretty bad pretty bad pretty bad
going black, killing everything in it's path
PBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPBPB....Go Fish
