My new happy place. Small acres of farmland, small beaches, small dive bars on stilts over the beach, small ice cream shops, small pastoral trails. BIG beauty.
The beaches frequented by locals in the winter, the bars by college students. The houses here are empty now.
In the summer, throngs of tourists. The houses will be full once more.
In the quiet of a rainy, foggy morning after a storm, I am the only one around in my happy place. I don’t mind the dampness as I explore these familiar roads and witness the changes that arise with time.