Life of Sand

My life is covered in sand. I can find it in every crevice of everything and I am mysteriously okay with it. It is as if finding sand in my bed is nothing but a reason to shake my sheets.

A lovely and oh so jolly little lady is on her way to town. She is coming to celebrate the arrival of the tiny sunshine girl. I wonder if we will drink tea and eat sandies under the shade of the willow trees by the river.

The willow trees are the wisest of all of the trees, they might not even be the oldest, but they sure do carry the most wisdom. I met a wise willow tree named Charles, he told me to just dance it all off. I did and will continue to do so.

Charles is a name that could be shortened to Chuck. Like William to Bill and Richard to Dick. I think those were just nicknames. They were just nicknames that stuck for generations.

I give nicknames to everything in my life. It makes everything in my life just a little more special. That sand in my life has become something I like to call, my little bits of button faced fun.