Courses on the road were so naive. We were concurrently traveling everywhere and nowhere. There we lay on La Jolla Shores, our coats as blankets on the sand. The day before, gazing across the sea at the Golden Gate. Jumping out of the van wondering what we’d encounter next. Touching feet while watching our best friends fade away into the shimmering waves, joyously smiling back.
It wouldn’t last forever, so we soaked every last instance until they drowned. You never know when any given second will be the last time. Treat each occasion like a precious spell, gathering steps taken.
Step into the breeze.