At The Shore

We are at the shore. The air is cool and clean. I could the feel shift as we zoomed down the freeway, down went the windows, out flew the arms. Ahhh, clean, sweet ocean air. Lots going on in this life of mine. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Me. Not you. But you should probably breathe too. That Ole' Mercury is spinning the wrong way again. Argh.