The trek to the beach took five minutes. It included lumbering down Dawson's big-ass drive and crossing the street to stroll over several yards to the boardwalk.
“I'm so thrilled!” exclaimed Courtney. “I haven't been here in a whole year!”
Years for me, I contemplated.
We started our rise up the footpath. I remembered how I had followed my mother seemingly ages ago on similar wooden stairs, and I remembered how the sand fractured underneath my flip flops as it did now, and glimpsing the sparse clumps of stringy sea oats budding out from nearby bushes, and mounting the crest of the steps to behold with shining wonder those depthless azure skies and that vast expanse of blazing blue ocean and feeling that same soft, whispering breeze the seagulls gracefully glided along, and all the while
