Day Fourty-one

It's summer and I haven't been to the beach yet. What's wrong with me? I need to go to the beach, there is so much I miss. I miss the sand between my feet, I miss the words I write on the wet sand, I miss the seagulls that fly overhead, I miss the playing football with half-naked guys, I miss getting sunburned on the back of neck and my shoulders, I miss renting bikes and riding along the shore, I miss the ridiculously delicious chili-cheese fries. I miss you.

-Nahum