ASHLEE SEARCHES FOR CHILDHOOD
Is childhood found in the heat of a summer’s afternoon as the sun plants its piercing, lingering kiss upon your red face?
Does it drift in the peaceful flow of warm salty water as you watch floating creatures in the fluffy clouds above?
Does it lurk beneath the sand, which inevitably cakes your body?
Or is it in the chilling ocean gust that sweeps a sting of grains against your skin?