Plans

I asked the boy if he had any plans
      for the winter season
and he replied passionately

about the annual vacation he took
      with his family
and how the weather stayed warm

at the beach house, where a dozen gathered
      around a living room,
scattered in small groups.

Images of them kept coming up,
      the uncles laughing, old records playing,
white sand glistening.

The only complaint he spoke about
      made me understand that twenty is an old age
to follow tradition

and I nodded my head,
      with no hesitation
but wondered how frozen the grass would be, here.