Lobsters

Today I went to the beach to write.

Walking down the soft sinking path, I glanced at all the lobsters. Everywhere they lay about, absorbing rays of hard sunlight and growing all the more red by the minute. Swarms of them gathered around the six omni-important fire places, hermit crabbing their spots for the coming evening's fireworks, 12 hours in advance.

I sat on a nice little log in a field of hay and wrote with my dwarf sized palm pilot keyboard, hopefully someone will pay me for it. Occasionally a lobster walked by and glanced at me, apparently I looked too young to be rattling away on a fancy keyboard, and oh my, in the middle of summer!?

After three or four hours I became one of them, I will baste better next time.