I don't really know what this is anymore... sometimes a journal, sometimes a rant, sometimes fiction, sometimes fact, always for myself.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
The beach was at least a two hour drive. Living in the middle of the state proved that the ocean was an expensive place, but if gone at the right time, worth every cent on gasoline and every headache from his antsy daughter in the back seat. He would endure these inconveniences. She was asleep in her car seat when he pulled up into a parking spot by the beach. It was now mid afternoon, so the crowds from the morning had all gone home to aloe. He gently closed his door, opened her door behind him, and unbuckled the one-year old. He picked her up and checked for a smelly diaper. in the clear, he rested her against his chest as he took out a backpack and closed the door behind him. Slowly, she woke up, her father walking down the sandy slope to the water. It was low tide, as he had planned, and there were small pools dotted along the beach. He put down the backpack and took off his shoes, taking her straight towards the warm shallow waves.