sleeping on a beach in the shade of a low tree
crabs walk by, seemingly in pairs
I had a headache, now I don't want to leave
time stops, the world does not freeze
a young girl with her parents and she is running up to and into the water, seaweed wrapped around one leg.
there is a piece of driftwood shaped like a canoe, with a little work it would float me somewhere else
a paddle made of palm leaves and there is one yellow plastic bucket half buried on this beach