People on vacation are not their regular, everyday selves. People on vacation take most of their clothes off in public and crouch near the sand and smile for no reason. Or for the reason that they are on vacation from their lives, can live without themselves for a time and throw their new, undefined bodies onto bulbous rafts and bob with the waves in the ocean, chest bared, skin greased, coarse hairs exposed and springy. People on vacation are just like the babies they plop in the sand, bewildered for an instant by the sensation, by how simple it is, and then looking up to show their giggling bright face, their elation at simply being alive in the sun, existing to touch the warm grains sticking to their tiny fingers.
State College, PA