I ll eat lunch at home after I stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery story, and yes, I must buy a birthday card for my grandmother. Someday, I hope there will be time. They say my face is getting plump. And I am pale and my skin is a dull white, even though a Hawaiian beach lies at the end of my street, only a five minute walk away. There will be time to walk on the beach, to bourn my aging skin in the sun and the water, to swim off- Shore, out to where the waves are breaking and there will be time to play in the surf.
Tomorrow always comes too soon.
This morning I live on the beach, making my camp on the black sand on a cove in Keauhou. I have come alone to enjoy the solitude. The early morning air blows fresh and cool. I look for shells left during the night. My footprints are the first on this Wave-swept beach.