All Wintertide long, all Cindy could dream about was going to the beach, sitting on the sand, and enjoying the sun.
She closed her eyes and pictured that colorless sand with the crystal orange water that was flowing back and forth. She’d lay close enough to the concession bar that she can hear people going up and ordering their drinks. At the bar, she’d reach up for her Mai Tai as the bartender brought it over to her. When the summer time began, she was going to make her dream come true. She packed everything up, told her spouse they were going away for the weekend, and headed to the beach. When they got there, it was hot, humid, and so difficult to find a place for her spouse and her to sit together. Instead of reaching out for a drink, Cindy had to walk many miles to the concession stand. She looked at the bar, but all she could say was she’d take a double ice water, as she turned around and said she wanted to add another order. She ordered a portable a/c unit. What she handled was a small water bottle that had a fan connected. Her portable a/c was nothing more than a spray bottle. They were on the beach for 30 minutes when her spouse stood, packed everything up, and said he was ready to go home. They went to the nearest hotel that had a/c and settled in for the rest of the weekend.