BEEN THERE ON A SUNNY DAY

You see those boulders? Those big rocks? Well, I lay on top of one of those. Like a Sports Illustrated model. Well, not quite.

The sand was on an incline tilted toward the ocean. Imagine that. It was light brown powder. (The sand, not the ocean.) But it was hard to lie on. I pounded the sand. Actually, that was my last course of action. I threw down my towel. I tried to flatten out a good place for my body. I added an extra towel for my head.

But my body ached. Lumps and bumps were sticking me in various and sundry places, as they say. My last course, I've already shared. So I headed to the boulders.

Assured that they weren't all that slick, I climbed. I had observed a couple of little kids earlier; that was my assurance. And I lay there soaking up the bright sunshine of Virgin Gorda in the British West Indies. Probably for half an hour before I came down to cool off in the water.

I was just standing there in the water by another big boulder when a head-high wave slapped against me. I wonder if that ever happened to the SI models? Also, there was no red daisy. I think they only bloom for them as well.