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.

Top Dog.

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.

One Response to “Perfect”

  1. hannah says:

    why is your town so perfect?

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