smell of the sea
eating ice cream and french fries
home at last
Yesterday, I drove 100 miles down to the south Jersey shore to hang out with friends I hadn’t seen in three or four years. We walked the boards, ate french fries and ice cream, and people watched. It was sunny and windy and hot. Later on I drove home thru thunderstorms all the way, hands gripping the wheel, holding on to my breath, and when I got home looked up at the sky. What a sky!
