Dreams of Spring
Posted on May 4th, 2008
by 
Geo
Geo
Here in wintry Colorado, Spring seems to be waiting for some unknown secret password before she arrives. Snow, cold and grey skies are the regime these days of late. And so, I dream of walking on the beaches.
Warm, warm sand in between my toes, tickled by the lightest of sea foam to let me know that the mighty ocean is near. Low sun lights up the sand and it glows off of my face and the face of my companion that I have yet to meet. Spring on the beach means I may have the beach to myself, sharing only with the gulls, plovers and gannets. The maddening crowds are still weeks away, toiling away at their jobs as I. The cumulative dreams of all of us almost make the beaches appear wherever we are at the moment.
The taste of cod and crab cakes are on the tip of my tongue, hot and fresh, the aroma fills my nostrils as my Buddha-belly growls in anticipation.
But, my eyes reopen and there is the pile of dirty snow just outside my back door, the bare spots in the lawn are almost sterile in their lifelessness. Even the birds seem to be sulking in the trees, songless and weary as I of the never ending season of Winter.
Is it any wonder that beaches are dancing in my mind?
Warm, warm sand in between my toes, tickled by the lightest of sea foam to let me know that the mighty ocean is near. Low sun lights up the sand and it glows off of my face and the face of my companion that I have yet to meet. Spring on the beach means I may have the beach to myself, sharing only with the gulls, plovers and gannets. The maddening crowds are still weeks away, toiling away at their jobs as I. The cumulative dreams of all of us almost make the beaches appear wherever we are at the moment.
The taste of cod and crab cakes are on the tip of my tongue, hot and fresh, the aroma fills my nostrils as my Buddha-belly growls in anticipation.
But, my eyes reopen and there is the pile of dirty snow just outside my back door, the bare spots in the lawn are almost sterile in their lifelessness. Even the birds seem to be sulking in the trees, songless and weary as I of the never ending season of Winter.
Is it any wonder that beaches are dancing in my mind?
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August 2008 
no snow here but had to wear a coat yesterday and thought about a hat. today is warmer and the sun finally came out. I love the beach and crab cakes.
Very little snow here this year (in the valley anyway) and only one night in the teens. Warm and snowless winter - and I'm still dreaming of beaches.
some of the best beaches in the world (this is sheer surmise for me, but I feel confident about it) are here in Georgia–Sapelo Island, Cumberland, Jekyll. sapelo especially has a wild charm to it. very specific geechee culture and no tourists. you should come visit sometime.
I just went to the beach Geo and it was COLD! No way am I sticking my tootsies into that sand for at least another two months! Oregon's coast is very inhospitable until at least July. You'd better head over to Laura's part of the world!
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