Up the coast of west palm
The most reassuring force in my life is the ocean.
I’ve always envisioned spending my summer sitting idly on the beach and burying my toes in the sand while the waves endlessly crash on the shore. Despite the relentless sea lice, painful sunburns and unattractive middle aged men who are under the impression they look good barely-there-swimwear, I’m ridiculously overjoyed when I’m just hanging out.
And I promise to bring my camera with me tomarrow.
Can tomarrow morning be here already so I can go?