I'm feeling really lazy today. Really, most days lately.

The heat and haze makes me sleepy and depleted. I yearn to cool off near an ocean of blue-green rather than rushing from the artificial cool of the air-conditioned car to the prison of my air-conditioned office/home.

As a teenager, I always said I would bring a tape recorder to the beach (someday) to record for infinity the music of the beach: the squealing of children as a wave of cold snaps at their feet; the blend of rap, rock and jazz streaming from a myriad of radios, boom boxes and CD players and how if you listen just right, you can unravel each one like different-colored yarn; tinny giggles; umbrellas flapping to the beat of the wind; bags being zippered open and snapped shut; puncturing long wails uttered from small mouths angry at having to put on more sunscreen or to go home;and the rhythmic swooshing of the waves rushing in to kiss the sand while only moments later ripped asunder, forced to retreat.

I need to get to a beach. Soon.