a shore thing
dirty jersey isn't, no matter what
she what i did there? empty!
this ocean town is nearly perfect, from tiny shells to wraparound porches and five short blocks to the beach.
we don helmets and give our bike trailer a work-out, greeting every dog, scarecrow
and occasional parrot:
there's too little sun and too much fall tv, but it is vacation, so we inhale mugs brimful of chocolate mousse and pour that second glass of wine.
it's a rare occasion that we're all together, so we drink it in. every last drop.
you are my home
suzannah | the smitten word