These are the grasp
the moment days.
The days we dream
about during the
doldrums of a
New England winter.
The balmy, dew-kissed
mornings. The evenings
lit by fiery sunsets
over the water. 
Lobsters and steamers.
Melted butter dribbling
down chins and staining shirts.
Sand on the floor.
Wet beach towels draped
over the deck rail.
Fireworks and frisbees.
Flip-flop clad feet.
And the fireflies that blink
goodnight at the end of day.