Today I opt for a synonym for haze leaving sand as is. This post may or may not have been inspired by trips to the coast in my younger days. I may or may not have drank enough to pass out in the back of a truck and take the ferry across continuing on almost getting to Aransas Pass before waking up. My new friends who we had just met were kind enough to take us back to our hotel room. Thank goodness my friend R was with me. Yes we are lucky to be alive. Don’t I know it!!
She heard the gulls cry
A film of sweat mixed with sand