One More Letter to the Dream of Someone

and yet another excerpt from my book, "Letters to the Dream of Someone."

Dear Dream of Someone,
My dad is too sick to go to the beach. He wishes he could all the time, but he is stuck inside our house; and the thought of that makes me sick to my stomach; and sick to my heart.
Today it rained surprisingly after 105 degree weather for the past week or two. It was very nice.
And after a while, it stopped. But the aftertaste of the rain in the breeze was beautiful. It felt like I was walking on the beach as I walked outside, barefoot, in a light blue tang top.
In the black street I walked over to my dad and said “Dad, the rain was beautiful today. This breeze is delightful.”
He agreed with me. “It certainly is.”
I told him, “It feels like we’re at the beach.”
He agreed with me. “It certainly does.”
I gave him a big hug, took in his aroma, and told him “You even SMELL like the beach!”
He told me “That’s because I’m wearing my suntan spray.”
I told him, “Let’s pretend we’re at the beach, daddy.”
He told me “I already did. I walked to the mailbox, and I was walking to the ocean shore. And now I’m walking back to our beach house on the sand with you.”
And so we walked to our beach house.
I don’t understand why everyone doesn’t pretend when they are limited to what they can do in life.
Love, Me