One of my favorite things to do is jump in the car & race the sun out to the coast to watch it set. The drive takes you through fields, then forest, then suddenly, you run out of land and you've reached the sea.
Sometimes we bring a sandwich picnic. A few months ago, at the very beginning of fall, we brought donuts from Blue Star. Today we just had thermoses of warm coffee from home (see: thermos selfie).
It was freezing cold, and we just barely made it in time for the most golden part of the golden hour. And now I'm back at home and warm but my toes are still frozen from salt-water creeping into my boots.
I'm always watching for something when I go. Watching the water, like I left my heart out there, sometime, maybe a long time ago. That's what everyone does at the ocean. We're watching and waiting for a monster, or a mermaid, or for something lost to come back.
