#oceanvd

august: i taught gil about recycling today.

august: he's still mixing his papers and plastics but i'm SO PROUD of his progress.

his frame is hidden underneath a dark green, matching sweat suit  -   irritating courtesy of his mother -   with beads of sweat melt down his visage as his arms push upward with him, running at a steady pace.    for a man who  HUFFS AND PUFFS    merely when he walks up a flight of stairs ,   it’s quite surprising he was able to quicken his pace fast enough to catch up to   melisa when he sees her with a bundle of leashes in her hand.   “ hey , mel ! ”     there’s a gloomy story behind this,  in spite of the smile on his face as he approaches her.   a feeling of dejection  ;   loneliness     that creeps into his bones so quickly   &    a tendency to cling on to the first person he sees in hopes that it heals his isolation of some sort.          ALAS ,  a gloomy story he shakes off .     “ drop the dogs off somewhere ,  let’s light up . ”     he’s aware it isn’t that easy, what it being her job and all,    but imagine it was.     “ you smoke ?   do they  smoke ? ”      

devon: i’m pretty sure i caught a possum

        “  hey! over here!  ”  cherry leaps up from her towel, calling out to her friend as she makes her way down the shore to where she’s set up a large towel for them to share on the sand. it’s nice, that they have the time to do this before school starts up again and she’s no longer free on the weekdays. she’s gone all out this time, homemade treats tucked away safely in the wicker picnic basket that’s placed beside her.  “ gosh, i can’t believe how busy it is on a monday. but i still got us a prime spot!  ”