a day at the beach

maybe we should just go, just go, just go away...lazy sunday afternoon, country music lazily seeped out the car radio enveloping us in the backseat. i drink it in leisurely, like my soul depends on it and relax. i sit backwatch them pull strands of something out of their hair, not just strands, mounds of sand and pieces of seashells from their shorts and open back tops and swim suits still dump from playing crazily with water and sand. now and again they double up and laugh at the pics they took.their backs against the setting sun as it streams through the half rolled up glass.Micheal, in the driver's seat goes on and on about something, i cant really hear it, the hum of his deep drawl makes me drowsy and i am staring ahead half shut eyes, lethargic, tired and smelling of sea weed and fish.i smile as the girls giggle, try outlandish poses, hanging on the window, on each other, front co-driver seat pulled down and right into the front too...'pictures in motion' they call it.i smile. too tired to join in, beside i like to watch them be girls and take memorable pics of a day at the beach.a day they looked forward too all strenuous work month to let down their hair.