It was no “day at the beach”.
The coastal blues weren’t present
and sweeping breeze died
as we argued over
the pettiest of things
on the Laguna sand.
In rare form, I raised my voice
at him, competing with screams
of agitated seagulls.
He threw shade at me.
I would have preferred him
pitching up an umbrella for us.
Temps were hellish that day.
The sun was stark;
we turned two shades dark,
I don’t recall such a swelter
before in Laguna, and also
what our arguments were even about.
Stay in Laguna Beach, California
A nice twist on the normal day at the beach.