I miss my beach, I miss pelicans skimming low and veils of spray yanked back from waves and losing my feet in cold sand. I miss my thermos of hot tea and the wind tugging in my hair, I miss laughing at the waves chasing my heels, I miss sea glass and tangled kelp half-dried and first stars glimpsed through fog. I miss being grateful for time, for twilight, for nothing to do. I miss grey and I miss gold and I miss the way they meet over the horizon when the sun touches down. I miss mist setting over hills of trees. I miss jumping in my car and going, I miss pulling over, letting the song finish, killing the lights, finding my hat in the trunk of the car and putting my keys in my pocket and hoping I don’t lose them. I miss staring at the ocean until my eyes burn. I miss being cold but not going home yet.

I miss my beach, I miss pelicans skimming low and veils of spray yanked back from waves and losing my feet in cold sand. I miss my thermos of hot tea and the wind tugging in my hair, I miss laughing at the waves chasing my heels, I miss sea glass and tangled kelp half-dried and first stars glimpsed through fog.

I miss being grateful for time, for twilight, for nothing to do. I miss grey and I miss gold and I miss the way they meet over the horizon when the sun touches down.

I miss mist setting over hills of trees. I miss jumping in my car and going, I miss pulling over, letting the song finish, killing the lights, finding my hat in the trunk of the car and putting my keys in my pocket and hoping I don’t lose them. I miss staring at the ocean until my eyes burn. I miss being cold but not going home yet.