Apr 06, 2012 14:11
[It is a crisp sixty-six degrees in Harlan Kentucky and somewhere along the back-back roads of those hollers, Elle has abandoned her nap in the Impala and is out on the beach. There is sand and water and those little buoy things bobbing in the water, marking off where too far is definitely too far.
It's probably still too cold to be out there, but she's opted to risk it for the sake of wanting it to be summer already. Of course, her braving the cooler sixty-six degrees means that the blanket she was going to sit on, is actually covering herself up.]
It is plenty warm enough.