Hemmingway at the Beach

I had never before read Hemmingway.  That day I read Hemmingway.  I was at the beach.  The waves crashed.  The sky was blue with white clouds.  I did not know what to make of the prose.  Because it was terse.  Because it was terse and repetitive.  Because it was terse and repetitive and the wind blew the pages making it difficult to read.  But then, but then, I stopped seeing the sentences and the book made some sense and it was nice and I stopped noticing the run-on sentences.  It was very nice to read it then. And my sister said "you like the book." And I said "yes I like the book." 

I heard the thunder in the distance.  It was time to go.  Later we grilled chicken breasts and I made a very nice marinade and they were very good.  It had been a nice week at the beach.