I remember this beach---where the wind blows through my hair. The warm sun bathes my skin. Soft golden sand caresses my feet. The waves are gently rippling and the trees gracefully swaying against the breeze. The rising tides lift our small yellow boat. We have rain today, ominous clouds at the horizon...is summer ending so soon? But the air is hot and humid still, even Fritz is lethargic. And I sit here, sweat trickles down my forehead, sluggish in this dog day afternoon, remembering the sun-soaked, carefree moments at Basud.