there was this brief point in time when home was about a hundred feet from the ocean.
it was short-lived, never meant to be permanent. only a means to an end, in the grand scheme.
but there was this one time, he pulled into the driveway but i could hear that the jeep was still running. he flung the door open and yelled to me across the room:
"grab your camera and come with me"
i grabbed my camera and went with him. we got in the jeep and he drove me to a blood orange sun colliding with the ocean. the breeze was warm and the sea oats swayed. i watched the clouds fade into every shade of pink.
and it was all beautiful. but what was really beautiful, was how that setting sun--in all her glory--had made him think of me.