"Bleak House" at the Beach

I am completely exhausted and am restlessly anticipating the end of the term. My free write today probably won't make any sense at all, especially since I gave up on writing in full sentences. But it was fun to reminisce about a great day. (Coincidentally, I think one thing that ties the "childlike" moments together is the seeming lack of reality. I mean, these moments seem to happen when we are taken outside of our every day environment and we choose to ignore all the things that we need to accomplish).

Anyway, here is my incoherent free write. I guess I could pretend that I was trying to do something innovative and "modern," but that's not the case. This will probably end up sounding like one of the many Radiohead songs that don't make sense to anyone but the band.

My idyllic moment:

Last year - beach trip with Anna and Steve. Gummi worms and Snickers Miniatures. A sand couch and the inappropriateness of reading "Bleak House" on a sunny day. A nap - and then the waves all of a sudden. "My book! My book!" A little boy laughing at us. Shaking off the water and the sand. A weird foot tan. Antique shopping and dozing off to Damien Rice on the way home.
Then later: unsuccessful salsa dancing in the MU. Loud music, hot faces, and lack of coordination. Then the cool night air and a walk to Sharis with Anna, John, and David. Laughing, making fun, and then eating too much. A discussion of Stalinism. Then walking back to Joel's apartment, up Buchanan, past the highschool. Shivering on the way home. Then sleep.