
After two days of reminiscence, I returned home packed full of sweet memories with the aroma of firewood and seawater lingering in the air. My jeans hid sand in its creases and hadn’t yet dried from the water of the beautiful beaches. We spent the day on a long walk refreshing dusty memories and skipping rocks across the smooth waters and swam under the sunset sky. We made smores under the starlit sky, creamy chocolate and milk spreading me with warmth. Our night was completed with homemade pizza, a movie, card games, and ice-cream. The next morning was spent chatting and canoeing on a tippy boat..it was time to leave too soon. I can still smell the firewood and leafy smell of the country side on my clothes, and sometimes I wish I was still midst the beautiful wilderness when I close my eyes.

Her existence is filled the lingering scent of sweet roses, freshly picked from the flower pots on her front steps. She patiently intertwines each rose in the nooks of her braid, cascading between the sharp curve of her shoulder blades. Color and aroma linger around her, creating a cloud of dreaminess in midst of a still world. Her framed photograph rests on the fireplace mantle, the beautiful flower girl.



We sidled along the beach shore, our toes sinking in the warm sand and weaving through the cool water, slowly and melodically lapping at our feet. The day was filled with ocean water, fresh air, music, and enjoyable food. It’s been around a year since my last beach visit, and revisiting my favorite beach I’ve known from childhood was absolutely refreshing. As the setting sun dipped beneath the horizon, we began to head home, leaving me wishing for another visit to this beautiful place. It was an absolutely invigorating day leaving me with nostalgia and a longing for an endless summer.