A little bit of Summer remains. I hope you've enjoyed it and will enjoy it still. I wrote this on one of my annual trips to Grand Marais. It’s a blessed thing to be sorted.
The toddler, still wrapped in diapers, and bathed in sunscreen, walks the noisy and shifting beach of rock with clodding grace. She dips her hand down to grab a rock and heads straight to the surf and launches the pebble. The momentum of her throw, sends her body forward and her arms and face catch the frigid water. Mom is there to pick her up.
The middle aged adult, swaddled in a few pounds of belly fat, picks at the rocks to find ones that he can put in his pocket. The rocks will carry words of encouragement from his own pen so that he might lose weight.
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