Being Judgemental

Standing in the shade

with lengthening shadows

I see surfers

soaring with the tides

Couples

walking hand in hand

on wet sand,

Kids

building castle

Bandanas- bright green, orange, red..

myriad hues and colors

fluttering threateningly,

almost flying off

the small brown hands

offering them to every passerby.

Everyone is living their day,

as destined

or, designed.

Do they grudge my shade?

Or is it me

carrying the guilt

of my own idleness?