rolling dunes, cattails whipped by the wind mirroring the white capped storm waves, all blanketed in the orange haze of sunset.
Sound:
feet shuffling to beach music like the "fat club" episode in "Family Guy". the thud of corn bags slapping the Tennessee corn hole board.... a silent swoosh of the perfect toss straight through the hole immediate cheers, high-fives, and trash talk to follow
Smell:
salt
Taste:
farm fresh peaches, tomatoes, cucumbers, and watermelon
Touch:
bath tub oceans so warm the humid air chills your wet face. hugs from those that have known you longest, air that gives the definition to the word moist.
home-made corn-hole in full action
multi-generational snack time
the culler clan
boardwalk racing
unencumbered bliss
young wines
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