this morning #762.

this morning, i’d been promised sand & sun & fun and damnit to hell if i wasn’t going to get all three today. my therapist convinced me that i needed to create a whole new set of pleasant memories here. off down the stairs of the ocean-facing porch, across the street & down to the beach i went, umbrella under my arm. cooler full of wine coolers dragging behind me. the last time i was out here on the cape, both of my parents were still alive. i must have been around five or six. my older sister & this boy she’d met brought me with them to the ocean for a quick dip. it was a beautiful childhood day & it would’ve remained that way if it hadn’t been the same summer my sister went missing.