Castles Made of Sand

by rowboat1

The drip castle we made before lunch.

The hermit crabs we didn’t buy… or touch.

The rack of Walk-a-Pets ® no one cared about.

A Longport Bathing Beauty

Please don’t TOUCH the hermit crabs!

Over my dad’s couch. Literally.

Perfectly arranged pairs waiting to board.

Vacant shells for sale. Ocean City Boardwalk.

The Atlantic ocean was as dreamy as it’s ever been.
For once that can be said without a drop of hyperbole.
The ride down sucked bumper-to-bumper ass,
but the ride home was almost a pleasure
(as rides home on the GS Parkway go)
courtesy of the lightning storm and
blinding downpour from Central Casting.
Everything in between the driving was a delight.
Except for the things that weren’t, and no one’s talking
about those things now so they don’t count. Sometimes
you can’t help but enjoy the rain-soaked shimmer
of brake lights winding ahead
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