Buried

The sun is warm on my back and I stretch my arms out as far as they will go, I can feel the warm sand underneath me and I dig my hands into its cool depths, weaving my fingers in and out. I dig until I can’t see them, the soft grain covers my arms up to my elbows, promising to pull me underneath.

Next I wiggle my toes, burrowing them inch by inch into the smooth crumbs and feeling the strong rays burn into my back.

I want to bury myself.

To live under the sand.

I can feel pieces creeping into my swim suit and my hair as I sink further into my carefully carved out cave. I lay still and listen.

There is laughter.

My brother yelling for me to come and swim.

I relish in the cool silence the sand offers me.

Just a few more seconds.

And then.

Throwing my hands, feet, and head up at the same time I bust out of my sand prison and race to the dock.  I feel the heat of the sun dancing on my heals and I taught it as I take one last look back at my sandy home.

Before jumping off the end and into the cool water.

Leighann

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23 Responses to Buried
  1. tracy
    May 10, 2011 | 7:13 am

    Your words are beautiful. The flow perfect. I love it.

  2. Carina
    May 10, 2011 | 7:42 am

    You have such a way with words.

    I have one bit of crit: The separate of the last two lines is distracting. I loved every moment. I get why you separated them – you wanted that beat of looking back before the plunge, but it feels a bit too broad for me.

    Great post. 🙂

  3. Leigh Ann (The Twin Spin)
    May 10, 2011 | 9:07 am

    I love your writing. Everything builds up quietly and slowly, then I’m hit with the rush of the sand and heat of the sun.

  4. Alison@Mama Wants This
    May 10, 2011 | 9:35 am

    This is great. Your words took me right into your scene.

  5. Amy
    May 10, 2011 | 10:48 am

    I always am amazed at how much I get out of your posts. They are always so beautiful!

  6. lindsay @ c3images
    May 10, 2011 | 11:32 am

    This makes me want to head right out to the beach!! I love your writing Leighann… when I think back on your story, I can picture the whole thing… just like it’s *my* memory!!
    Thanks for sharing!

    • multitaskingmumma
      May 12, 2011 | 10:14 pm

      Thank you Lindsay! I’m so glad my descriptions took you there.

  7. Elaine
    May 10, 2011 | 3:11 pm

    I LOVE getting buried in the sand. Been a while though… This is great! I love how you busted out. 🙂

    • multitaskingmumma
      May 12, 2011 | 10:11 pm

      I haven’t played in the sand in a long time either!
      Time to get back into it.

  8. Galit Breen
    May 10, 2011 | 4:24 pm

    I adore how you focused in on such a specific moment in time! I was right there with you (Note: Not in a creepy way. XO) through the bury and the busting out.

    I loved this line: “I want to bury myself. To live under the sand.” It sticks with me!

  9. Cheryl @ Mommypants
    May 11, 2011 | 12:14 am

    Ah…so nice and warm! The sand can so be that way. When it doesn’t itch, that is!

  10. The Reason You Come
    May 11, 2011 | 4:02 am

    You are making me want to find a cool body of water and jump into it!

  11. JDB
    May 11, 2011 | 8:26 am

    reading our blog to aunty again this morning, we both love our blog:) Your words take us right there!!! Love reading.

    • multitaskingmumma
      May 12, 2011 | 10:09 pm

      so flattered that you both love my writing.

      I just read your most recent post about driving. Loved it. I really think you should link up!

  12. MamaRobinJ
    May 12, 2011 | 6:43 pm

    Oh, what a great feeling. I somehow missed this prompt – have so many sand stories I could have told. Love this one.

  13. Lady Estrogen
    May 15, 2011 | 11:07 am

    Awe, lovely.
    I loved those days at the beach. *sigh*

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