hot sand. slowing down. sun warming inner soles. yawning and saying aaahhhh…. as i wander the nearly empty beach, twenty yards and half a world away from the bike path. solitary lifeguard glides by in what looks like walking meditation. my path veers briefly into COLD lake. some shiny little fish are flipping flopping and disappearing into seagulls that fly away heavily without remorse. sun cuts through clouds and yawning tantorum lifts brain as offering. head seems to clear, spine eases and straightens, heart rests down into legs that just keep walking.