A camp on Lake Ontario

As we walked along the shoreline, sand crept between our toes. She walked in sandals while I relished the opportunity to leave behind bare footprints - a stamp of my presence. Our hour and a half walk passed all too quickly as we rejoined the birthday festivities. Cake, cookies, chips, soda - all beckoning the unsuspecting victim. People milled around - chatting at picnic tables, playing "ball on a string", lounging in the living room. Spells of laughter could be heard over the perpetual lapping waves. I stole away to kayak such beautiful waters, and retreated to the sand - book in tow, sunglasses near, towel handy. Yes, the party was fun and the food delicious, but who can resist relaxing with a great book on the beach? Surely not I.