Walking,
sand between my toes,
sunshine upon my back,
luke warm ocean water,
so clear and blue, like the sky above,
ahead cars zoom on streets, highways
hot pavement in February, palm trees line roads,
canals through cities, looking for alligators, but, alas,
unsuccessful,
snakes and lizards on concrete sidewalks
the sweet taste of a fresh orange in my mouth, untainted by chemicals
orange and pink pastel painted houses,
like the sea shells beneath,
one pina colada and a day of snorkling
swimming with the rainbow colored fish
some call it vacation in paradise,
I call it my life, after all, I wasn't born for harsh Maine winters.
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