Does you hair just do that?
Reaching for a ringlet you stare at me like you’ve never seen a curl before.
My hair is wet and tangled from the salty ocean water.
We swam.
I made you come with me.
The ocean fills me with awe and terror.
But I did not come this far to not swim in the Atlantic.
I dragged you with me and ran into the warm water.
A weird sensation for a Chicago girl.
The Lake is never warm.
You swim.
I doggy paddle and try to stay afloat.
I start to panic about sharks and drag you to the safety of the sand.
Silly girl.
Sitting on the sand you watch my hair dry and curl and you look at me like I’m magic.