Beach Reflections

The beach ran into the surf exposing her body, showcasing a creature heavier than the vogue yet graceful in the swell and spume, more adapted and fluent than the leaner more angularly lank ideal. Water turned her curves, curled endearingly over her aqueous movements. Later at the Tiki we drank gin and tonics everyone else had umbrella cocktails. A group of loud drinkers giggled looking her way. I saw her eyes wince, the way baby seals eyes may do looking up at a looming figure, not really knowing friend from a club wielding ape.