Life – a constant process of making Memories
Warm sunshine, salty air. Sand dipped feet, foamy water. Sounds of waves, whistles of birds. Digging holes, burying feet. Making memories, with my cousins. Sweet black tea, cloudy evening. Crowding in the room, we 6 Blankets on the window, blocking the sunshine. In Front of the Black & white TV Watching the Sunday Matinee Making …