Walking on the Beach

Hot, we squeeze into our Red Durango,
Headed toward our paradise
We set up our polka dot umbrella and checkered blanket
I feel the crumbly sand beneath my feet,
The waves nipping at my toes
I hear the seagulls squawking and the waves hitting the rocks
The summer breeze blowing against my back
I smell the sea salt and I feel like I want to drain it
and put it on the avocados we put in our picnic basket