sincerely swaim

Time at the beach passes in a strange way.

You only notice you’ve been out for eight hours when you see that your shady spot has shifted significantly.

This undeveloped beach is familiar for us.

$10 to get in, thirteen boardwalks to choose from, and ‘watch out for nudists’ signs appear as you get closer to the end of the road.

Even in its beauty, there is a hardness that exists in long days at the beach.

The pull of the tide and the strength of the sun.

The constancy of the strong breeze and the unrequited love for the fish that just won’t bite.

It makes packing up hard and cooling off the car even harder.

But,

it makes the strip mall pizza taste better,

the 7-11 slurpee sip sweeter,

and the uninterrupted time together all the more meaningful.