Sun and Sunday Afternoon
Sunday Afternoon
All four windows of that metallic black pick up truck covered in mud speckles were down. The sun illuminated the flawless sky that Sunday afternoon. Our vehicle was loaded up with my favorite blue pin striped beach chair, several kick balls, a cooler filled with water, and two of my best friends. There was Rosie, the redder of the two and who always seemed to have an endless supply of energy. The other is Ruby, a curly blond with a much lazier personality. Two golden paws rested on the back of each window sill as we backed out of the driveway and cruised down that dirt road. Long rose colored tongues and wagging bushy tails were hard to miss as I peaked through the rearview mirror. The speed limit sign showed 10 miles per hour but we were in no hurry. A mixture of Kenny Chesney blaring on the radio and the waves crashing in the background were the only sounds that could be heard. The water was blocked by tall bushes and palm trees and you couldn’t help but feel the sun beat on your skin from the cloudless sky. I’ve waited all week for this day, a day with no pressure or dead lines to meet.
By the time we park and I have all of my belongings gathered, my company has already made friends down on the beach side. I trudge through the scorching sand to meet them but stop short to save my feet from the heat. Out of nowhere I am greeted by a medium sized tan mutt with a studded dark collar and two matching wet golden retrievers who appear to have found there way to the water already. My two were not far behind already covered in salt water. It was hard not to notice how quickly these five became friends. In a matter of seconds it was as if I didn’t exist. To tell you the truth, I didn’t mind one bit. I found pure entertainment in watching these five fumble through the sea weed covered sand chasing each other in circles. The five of them must have stopped by every rainbow colored umbrella to greet all the guests of the beach that day.
But as the sun
All four windows of that metallic black pick up truck covered in mud speckles were down. The sun illuminated the flawless sky that Sunday afternoon. Our vehicle was loaded up with my favorite blue pin striped beach chair, several kick balls, a cooler filled with water, and two of my best friends. There was Rosie, the redder of the two and who always seemed to have an endless supply of energy. The other is Ruby, a curly blond with a much lazier personality. Two golden paws rested on the back of each window sill as we backed out of the driveway and cruised down that dirt road. Long rose colored tongues and wagging bushy tails were hard to miss as I peaked through the rearview mirror. The speed limit sign showed 10 miles per hour but we were in no hurry. A mixture of Kenny Chesney blaring on the radio and the waves crashing in the background were the only sounds that could be heard. The water was blocked by tall bushes and palm trees and you couldn’t help but feel the sun beat on your skin from the cloudless sky. I’ve waited all week for this day, a day with no pressure or dead lines to meet.
By the time we park and I have all of my belongings gathered, my company has already made friends down on the beach side. I trudge through the scorching sand to meet them but stop short to save my feet from the heat. Out of nowhere I am greeted by a medium sized tan mutt with a studded dark collar and two matching wet golden retrievers who appear to have found there way to the water already. My two were not far behind already covered in salt water. It was hard not to notice how quickly these five became friends. In a matter of seconds it was as if I didn’t exist. To tell you the truth, I didn’t mind one bit. I found pure entertainment in watching these five fumble through the sea weed covered sand chasing each other in circles. The five of them must have stopped by every rainbow colored umbrella to greet all the guests of the beach that day.
But as the sun