layers of memory 
drifting here on this 
rough cotton spread 
the smell of pine 
and sunkissed sand 
these voices 
those 
calls and laughter 
the scrape of plates 
the sight of 
children swarming 
across the beach 
bobbing in the water 
like an oscillating moment 
in the yesterday 
of now 
shhhhhhhh….

just breath it in