You peer longingly outside your office window to see that the clouds of early morning have given way to a bright sun. Outside you know it’s warm and balmy. And then you make the decision to leave your desk right smack in the middle of this workday. You pick up your bag, and while going towards the elevator, you smile enticingly at the cute guy down the hall (he wishes he knew where you’re going). You go down to the parking structure, jump in your car and head for the beach. A few hours later you begin to smell the salty air. You roll down your windows and feel the wind rippling your hair. When finally you arrive, you leap from your car and head for the water. The sand is hot under your feet. Just beyond, the blue-green waves roll gently in to shore.

It’s heaven.
You rip off your work clothes (you just happen to have a bikini underneath). You begin to run, plunging into the warm ocean, glorying in the caress of the sea on your body.
Later you lie lazily on the sand. Wishing you had brought the book (Lorna Doone) you had started reading last night. Suddenly your eye is caught by something green. You pick it up, turning it around in your hand. It’s a necklace of green stones with a shimmering mother of pearl center. You wonder how it got there—looking as it does—that it could have belonged to a Naiad; who perhaps left it there for you—a gift for the free spirit that you are.
“Hey! Wake up!” Someone is jostling your shoulder.
It’s the cute guy down the hall.
“You dozed off,” he says, “we’ve got a meeting in 5 minutes.
You shake your head, trying to wake up.
“I was dreaming,” you tell him while looking into his blue-green eyes.
He grins, takes your hand and pulls you up. ”What are you doing tomorrow?”
“What’s tomorrow?” you ask.
“Saturday!”
“Think I’ll drive to the beach,” you say.
“Mind if I come along,” he asks.
“Maybe,” you answer enigmatically, “if the spirit moves me.”
“Nice necklace,” he says as you brush past him .
Your hand flies to to the space just below your collarbone. OMG, you feel the smooth stones resting against your skin . . .
Edited: April 8th, 2010