August 15, 2010
Love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.
Morning has broken, water-soft, love-silent.
But in a few hours a tangle of nut-brown limbs and blue umbrellas and flip flops will storm these sands. “I Wanna Be a Macho Man” will come crashing, throbbing, tumbling across the waves all the way to Malta, all the way to Africa. Happy Ferragosto to all!
Do you have a favorite photo of a pair on the beach? Please send and I’ll post it here.
Thank you to Lucy Christie, who sent in these photos: