It All Just Bubbles Up
Everything is happening at the same time.
The band at the beach club jams out a groove heavy, heartfelt version of Ain’t No Sunshine.
Kids splash around in the adjacent pool.
Middle aged men and woman, making up the majority of the audience, drink “pain killers” from their sand chairs.
An old woman taps her foot to the beat in her wheelchair.
A young girl, around three or four, walks along side her daddy. She uses her palms to shields her ears from the music.
A first aid crew from the pool sprints to a cabana in the distance – never a good sign.
The woman standing next to me is pregnant. Very pregnant.
After shooing it away a half-dozen times, this bastard of a mosquito lands on my ankle and I swat it to death. I bury it in the sand and I’m not exactly thrilled with myself.
Like an undulating ocean, thoughts enter my head, thoughts leave my head. Enter my head, leave my head. Enter my head, leave my head.
“I wonder what’s going to happen to me next,” bubbles up.
See, the thing is, we think we know what’s going to happen, but we don’t. We make plans, sometimes down to the very last detail, and then life unfolds as it will.
The only thing I know for sure is – the Doobie Brothers had it right. The guitarist just belted out, “Without love, where would we be now?”
In the weeds.
In the weeds at best.
P.S. The band closed the show with Good Lovin and a super spunky hippie chick grabbed the hand of some teenaged boy who was sitting by himself and they danced together in front of everyone. He has Down’s Syndrome. I still feel his smile. And I’m pretty sure it won’t leave me for quite some time.
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