I watched two women on the beach edging into the water. The waves crashed down and splashed them. They laughed and clung to each other and ran back to the safeness of the sand. Then they tried again.
I sipped my coffee and glanced back at my book. The hostess appeared like an angel from the heavens: “would you like a blanket?” (I would love a blanket.)
I’m freezing just watching those women. She looked out. “They’re crazy.”
I snuggled up in my blanket and went back to reading. Maybe we’re all crazy.