Spin Cycle

There's a long sloping sand hill at Carmel Beach.  Go to the bottom of Ocean Avenue, take off your shoes when you get to the end of the street, walk across the fine sugar sand due west, facing the ocean, and look down the steep slope.  Now what?  Isn't it obvious?  Forgotten how to play?

Start running really fast, downhill.  Your legs try to make you fly and then can't keep up with you.  So, just go with it:  Tumble and roll until you are all sandy, on spin cycle.

You jounce, bounce and tumble until the slope flattens out.  Foomp! You are laid out flat and laughing, looking up at the raucous gulls with the beach looking like its just gone drunk and wobbly.  You're out of air because you're laughing.  Then, you can scream and yell if you want because it's the beach where the waves swallow your human noises like a hiccup.

The wild tumble will zap your molecules and make you little again.  Lie there on your back in the warm fine sand,  and fill up your nose with the heady perfume of sand and shells and summertime.

You could get up and rumble up the hill like a steam engine and breathe hard and make your legs burn going back to the top.  You could do that, take the option on another crashing, rocking and rolling trip down the hill.

Launch your crazy legs wild again and get up to liftoff velocity.  Then dive into your judo roll and be a captive of gravity.  Be the andromeda, with stars shooting off your body, spinning out into space, sparking and crackling.  Pile up in a heap when the beach wins out over gravity and look across the mile of white undulations of the beach, watch the distant playing dogs at bug's-eye level, breathe like a new human because you are exactly that.  

Jump over the edge of the big sand dune and dump a load of foolishness off your shoulders.  Newton discovered gravity so you can play on the beach on a warm day.  That's what science is really for you know.