If you follow this website then you know I live in a beach community on a barrier island west of St. Petersburg, on Florida’s Gulf Coast. Our beach has sand as white as table sugar, and beautiful dunes covered with sea oats and sea grape bushes. I feel so lucky to live here.
On weekends, groups of college boys invade our island. They hit the beach with their footballs and volleyballs and soccer balls. And they run around wearing nothing but swim trunks. The sights can be pretty amazing, so I’m always sure to take a walk on the shore in the middle of the day when the crowds reach their peak. Guys like the ones in today’s photo posts are everywhere and it’s all poor Martin can do to keep his tongue form dragging on the sand. Ah, the beauty of young men. 🙂
I was up at 7:30 this morning. I slipped into my swim trunks and a t-shirt, and then I walked three miles on the beach. The air was still, the sky overcast, but it was still pretty down there. I didn’t take a swim because the water was too cold, due to heavy rains we experienced last night.
When I got back to my house I brewed coffee and made a quick breakfast, and then I got busy writing new material for my novel-in-progress. I wrote nonstop for over two hours, and now I’m done for the morning.
After I finish this post I’ll read the newspaper and maybe do the L.A. Times crossword puzzle before I eat lunch. I don’t have a lot planned for this afternoon other than making my weekly run to the wine market to stock my shelf. I’ll work on editing what I wrote this morning, and around four PM I’ll take a two-mile run, here on the island.
Have a great Tuesday, everyone.