How will I ever leave?
I could live here. Sand, waves, seashells. The things we do not have in the Keys.
This water is colder than ours. Though not cold enough to keep me out of it!
Yesterday I rode a rip current far down the beach and wandered back plucking only pink and yellow shells from the sand.
If you let the sand run from your fingers into the sunshine, it glitters.
I’m blues-ing hard at the thought of leaving…