In the confusion of yesteryear I lingered perhaps too long in the sun and sand unafraid to move my feet past the sounds of the waves, while quietly measuring my fear…

Did I appear to be staring to long, ogling your beauty? I was starting past you, through you, between the past and this present. I was just too polite to ask you to move…

My apologies for the confusion. 

I am ready to return now.
Dennis Mantin