Snapshot 2

Summer Life

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Beautiful summer day, off from college, day to myself.  Having nothing planned, I decide to give my friend Jen a call.  We quickly conclude that there was no other way to spend this beautiful day but at the beach.  Jen had the day off from work, leaving no interference with our brilliant plans.  She quickly told me that she would see me in 1 hour, hung up and went off to go pack.  Having written down these exciting plans, I myself, head up the stairs to get my bathing suit and sandals on. 

I now have an important matter at hand, picking out which bathing suit to wear on this day.  Luckily, I quickly settle on my pink two piece that I had in my drawer.  Remembering the proper footwear, I slide into my favorite flip flops.  I then grab the towel in the closet and my sunglasses on my bureau.  On to the next task:  packing a lunch.  I carefully descend the stairs, having my arms be completely full.  Arriving in the kitchen, I drop this load and walk to the fridge.  I grab an apple and bring it to the table.  Oh man!  Jen was going to arrive any minute now, having forgotten the time she told me.  It was a good thing that I was pretty much ready.

Jen arrives in my driveway, giving a dull beep of the horn.  In a frantic, I text her that I would be out in a minute and that I had to grab one more thing.  I quickly grab my stuff, after the last thing goes into my bag, and head out the door.  I greet her with the usual hug and hop into the car.  Before taking off, I do a final check on my beach bag.  I think I have everything…..  Off to a day of fun in the sun, something that everyone needs: especially college students that have finally finished the credits needed for the prior year.

Finally getting to the beach, we find it to be a busy place.  ….so many cars pulling in, a lot of people walking around and numerous chairs/umbrellas/coolers in hand...  Finding a parking spot, Jen and I get out of the car and take out our beach bags.  I put my backpack on my back and umbrella in hand.  Jen begins to walk toward the water.  I start to walk on the sand.  Having a hard time with this unstable a ground, I cautiously place each step in the sand.  “I’m coming Jen!” I yelled ahead to her.  Trailing behind, I must think about each step I take: hoping to maintain my balance while my feet sink into the hot sand.  Eventually I would catch up to her, ultimately at the location she picked on the beach.