it was a fine day at the beach. reeeeeeeeeal fine. there were girls in bikinis but they still let dogs in because it's not officially the season, and the people were happy to see mister strolling along in the water so carefree. it was like all those long months of eternity we called winter, slogged through like the dead looking for a warm final resting place, all dissolved into the sand between our toes caressed at the edge of our great invitation, our great lake.