The breeze, the sand, the sky
Everything about it makes you stop
Stop and just take it all in
One week with my best friends,
Older, younger, taller, shorter,
Cousins, aunts, uncles
Sweet grandparents willing to do anything
A week of non-stop eating
Junk food every second of the day
Time spent on the beach,
Never forgotten
The waves pulling us back up to shore
Digging for sand dollars,
Feeling the grainy, damp sand between our toes
Praying we aren’t the victims of a jellyfish looking for someone to cling on to
Driving home, remembering all the things that happened
The moment we leave, already looking forward to next year.