Someday

Someday we'll all come to this house in the summer. We'll cook and consume absurd amounts of delicious food (low country boil: we can't wait to see you again). We'll spend entire days at the beach: getting burnt to a crisp in the southern heat, sweating in places you didn't know you could sweat, and attacking the ocean floor for sand dollars. Calvinski will thrash about in the water like a drowning chicken, and Hariel and I will see how far we can swim out before Mom gets mad. We'll read excellent children's literature on the shore and eat Goldfish. We'll go to Piggly Wiggly in hobo clothing. We'll stay up late watching great Bollywood films. Calvin and I will pretend to go running; in reality, I'll be the only one running. It'll be great. We'll come back home looking more Indian than ever, and everyone will wonder if we have to wear sunscreen. (The answer to that question: eh. If we feel like it.) It'll be wonderful. Just wait.