My favorite memory, still, is our family's annual trip down the shore. After a long ride in bumper to bumper traffic on the Garden State Parkway, five kids and two parents were ready to bust out of that station wagon. Our arrival at our summer rental was sounded by tires crunching on a gravel drive. Four squeaky doors swung open. We'd step out, take in a deep breath of salty seashore air and relax. Daydreams of those beach days carried me through long NJ winters.
So, "A Little Beachy" is this to me. It's the first day of summer, it's looking into my dogs eyes or hearing my son's laughter. It's painting the places I'd like to be in and the creatures I'd like to be with. It exists between joyful memories and possibilities.