Beyond the Beach

When you're at the beach it's easy to be seduced by it, to think there is nothing else to see or do. But  there are other pleasures. The pool, for instance. I've spent many hours lazing by it, reading or writing, and many hours in it, as my body cools and my fingers shrivel.

And there is walking around the little village center here, where you can people-watch, pick up a salad for dinner and buy a souvenir or two.

Finally, there's the mental vibe of the beach, which expands beyond the sand and surf into the light and the wind — into the words I write, the thoughts I think and the dreams I dream.

I guess that's why I keep coming back.