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Nov. 24th, 2002 10:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinPerhaps I will become one of those crazy old women with gold bars stacked and hidden in the walls, old stock portfolios nestled in secret lockboxes behind the cans of cat food in the pantry.
I just reached into the cupboards above the buffet to wrap up the tea set my grandma used to have, and I notice they're heavy. I look inside, and there's seashells, bone-white and pale tinged with coral and beige, remnants of trips to Florida in the 80's.
When did I do this?
And now I am remembering the sun so hot and bright, the smell of aloe, the feel of the sea, the shudder along my spine in the mix of terror and exhiliration at the power of the ocean waves, Miami Sound Machine, canvas shoes without laces, Peter Cetera on the radio, sun burn, bubble writing and coral bracelets.
Tempest in a teapot, indeed.
I just reached into the cupboards above the buffet to wrap up the tea set my grandma used to have, and I notice they're heavy. I look inside, and there's seashells, bone-white and pale tinged with coral and beige, remnants of trips to Florida in the 80's.
When did I do this?
And now I am remembering the sun so hot and bright, the smell of aloe, the feel of the sea, the shudder along my spine in the mix of terror and exhiliration at the power of the ocean waves, Miami Sound Machine, canvas shoes without laces, Peter Cetera on the radio, sun burn, bubble writing and coral bracelets.
Tempest in a teapot, indeed.
