I stroll toward the boardwalk, and the sounds and smells overwhelm me. Seagulls squawk and kids scream on rides. I smell chocolate fudge and ice cream. A long night of rides and fun induce dreams of funnel cake. The bed that night is not mine, but still so familiar. Reasons like these remind me why the beach is my home.
As the fresh scent of ocean air drifts into our car, my eyes flutter open. For a moment, I almost forget where I am. But the ferris wheel in the distance reminds me, and I smile. The car slows in front of my condo, and I stumble out of the car, still drowsy. I grab my suitcase and run up those familiar steps. My room still looks the same, and I put my stuff in the same drawers. My swimsuit is right on top, so I slip it on and run outside. I slather on my sunscreen, and run towards the roaring sound of the waves. The sound draws me in, just like the pull of the ocean. The beach is empty at twilight, and it's my favorite time there, because of the way the sunset shimmers on the water. The waves are soft at low tide, and warm after a hot day. I sink into them. I walk back to my condo, shivering, and grab the shower before anyone else can steal it. I relax under the stream of water, and I watch as the sand whirls away.
I stroll toward the boardwalk, and the sounds and smells overwhelm me. Seagulls squawk and kids scream on rides. I smell chocolate fudge and ice cream. A long night of rides and fun induce dreams of funnel cake. The bed that night is not mine, but still so familiar. Reasons like these remind me why the beach is my home.
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