When We Were Beautiful

My old friend, do you remember?
How hours rolled away slowly
Like the swash on a calm, clear day
As if we had all the time in the world
Summers full of sunlight
The sweet smell of heat and salt in the air
With unheavy hearts and unburdened minds
Sand between our brightly painted toes
Leaving fleeting footprints in the strand
Sunburned skin cooling to a tan
Beneath gauzy cotton dresses
Hanging lightly on our gazelle bodies
While the breeze tousled our tresses
Streaked with copper and gold
There were pretty boys we loved so desperately
But soon forgotten when the seasons changed
How easily broken hearts mended
When we were butterflies flitting in the wind
Yes I remember…
And I smile as I see what we’ve become
But now we will have fun again
Like we did when we were beautiful


Spending a week on the Outer Banks of North Carolina gave me an opportunity to mess around with my camera. I admit I’m in over my head. I had high hopes for watching tutorials and learning the ins and outs but no dice. Happy hour started at noon most days and well… that is rarely conducive to getting stuff done. Nevertheless, the weather was unsettled and made for some pretty sunsets and the rough surf and the seabirds are always picturesque. Have a look.