Forty years ago as a college student, going to the beach on the weekend always brought special memories. Evenings were for walking in the moonlight (or starlight) on the sandy strand with that special girlfriend, arm-in-arm.
On one such stroll we wandered too close to a "lump" between the strand and the dunes, to which she loudly said: "What's that?"
I tugged her in the opposite direction and whispered in her ear: "They are fucking."
She was initially shocked at either our intrusion or their activity. Either way, we walked on down a bit to a more remote area and stopped. Looking at her eyes in the dim lights, I asked: "do you wanna try?"
My T-shirt became our mattress as we enhanced our relationship among the sand crabs and sea oats.
I will be returning to the same beach next month, but the hotel lights make that adventure all but impossible. Still, a darken balcony at the condo, looking out over the breaking waves with a beautiful lady . . .
Today as then, an active imagination and the willingness to stretch the limits many yet prove to be another memory for the ages.
