I keep finding myself here in the evenings, following the sunlight ahead of me until my toes are in the water, the waves lapping at my ankles. My original destination - the grocery store, the post office - ignored and forgotten, as I respond to the siren call of the water instead. There’s a perpetual smattering of sand on my floor, no matter how many times I sweep, because I inevitably carry more home in the rolled up hems of my jeans or the space between my toes.
Hello from Ocean Beach!
Hello from Ocean Beach!
Hello from Ocean Beach!
I keep finding myself here in the evenings, following the sunlight ahead of me until my toes are in the water, the waves lapping at my ankles. My original destination - the grocery store, the post office - ignored and forgotten, as I respond to the siren call of the water instead. There’s a perpetual smattering of sand on my floor, no matter how many times I sweep, because I inevitably carry more home in the rolled up hems of my jeans or the space between my toes.