Down by the SEA...
I turn away from the sea as I lumber through the deep dry sand and head toward the showers. "I Love a Parade" is no longer playing in my ears-if only imaginary tune before. Now, the ocean water is weighing down rolled- up pants, clumps of sand is forming a gritty second layer of skin, and I'm painfully aware that the salty flavor of the sea is slapping across my wind blown cheeks. Leave the sand at the beach! In my hurriedness and unwilling change of heart, I've lost peace and contenment before my feet even hit the parking lot.
How can that be? Love it or hate it?
A place I live to love, that gives abundant life to my very being leaves me with an undeniable Discordant Affection.
I'm willing to live with that! :)