one gorgeous day in early July, late in the afternoon, you decided to be my beach neighbor at Fort Tilden and set up in front of me closer to the shore. for a couple of hours, we took turns swimming a bit then laying out to dry under the sun until we got to chatting while packing up after noticing that storm rolling in. just before we parted ways, i shared something with you that seemed to intrigue you…

you had light brown hair that you wore pulled up, a warm-toned light skin—that, like mine, had finally succumbed to our demands that it take on some color—beneath your black bikini, and a round black tattoo above your left shoulder blade, though my memory is foggy on what it was (peace sign? circle a?). you rode your bike because you had a helmet clipped to your multicolored bag (cotopaxi-esque) on your yellow beach throw, but didn't park it near mine near where we were set up.

if you're out there and you see this, tell me what we talked about :)

if you know this person, tell them i asked "what do you say we go camping some time this Fall?"