Me come Sunday. Minus the lantern thing and the dock.

I will be at the beach in a chair, staring at the ocean and feeling about two inches tall. I don’t care who you are, in my mind, it is impossible to feel anything but tiny against something that vast.

Not to mention — for me anyway — the healing powers that crystal blue water holds. The sound of crashing waves, seagulls trying to jack your food, children playing in the water and not having a care in the world. It’s magical.

We’ll be there for two weeks. And every day, I will be in my green chair, sitting my butt on the beach, until I find me again.