In case you didn’t know, the perfect day includes:
A latte your father made with homefries your mother made.
Salty hair and sandy toes.
Small ones collecting crabs and shells in the tidepools.
A Cheez-It or two.
The sound of the waves and distant laughter when you are falling asleep in the sand with an old book.
That certain quiet that comes over a tourist town at dusk when summer fades into autumn.
I went a little apeshit with the naturey crap when I was in Massachusetts. You may see evidence of that here.