Today decided to come before I needed it to. It just came anyway. My fault. I should have just not looked that way; maybe it would have missed me by a few hours and my scorched skin could have stayed stuck to the sheets for a little longer. It’s like in one of those horror movies, when you know the bad guy is behind the door, holding a knife, but the main character still hopes he isn’t there and peeks behind it, only to scream in terror. I guess whomever writes those has that kind of sense of humor, that is not all that easy to detect, or they are addressing a certain age group, that I am not a part of.
Either way, Sunday came veiled in a thick fog. I chaperoned the dog down the stairs. She sprained her leg a few days ago, and now she takes me out every time she needs to go. She tells me she’s afraid to go on her own, what if she falls again…She trained me well. I set a foot on the stairs and waited for her to go first, took another step, and waited. I looked around and the fog blinded me. I looked down to see if she made it safely on the lawn, but all I could see was soft, puffy, white steam. I heard a soft cry, and felt my way down a few more steps. She was waiting for me, just as blinded as I was. Well, at least I was still leading her way!
A few hours later the fog lifted and the beach was calling. The dog was eager to go there, too. She brought her leash and set it down by the bathroom door. I stepped over it a few times. Not many, the last attempt found me swirving in the air trying to hold on to anything. It turns out walls are smooth in this house and I took that painting down at the wrong time…at least the carpet was nice…
I gave in and packed everyone in the car. The beach was sparkling it’s glitters everywhere and the ocean was its old romantic silver self. There was little breeze, just enough to cool the burning skin. So I set camp on the lounger, to fry what was left of my body that hadn’t been exposed yesterday.
There is a calm about that place. It may just be my calm when I’m there. Like two chemicals that cancel each other when combined. One day I will find a way to broadcast that peace. One day I will figure out how to take it with me and use it all week, especially those days when the cannibals are prowling. One day. Until then, here a little Sunday Supreme for you. It has no sprinkles, and no caramel, but the taste is just as refreshing and decadent.