On my last day at the ocean I drove to Misquamicut Beach, RI. It still feels like home to me, and the "beachiest" of the towns I've explored. I stood near the water and daydreamed that this was my house....the sound of the water breaking against the rocks one that would lull me to sleep at night and excite and invigorate me when I was awake. There would be a beautiful guest room filled with fresh flowers for anyone who came to visit. We'd eat breakfast outside at dawn and marvel at the sunset in the evenings... Then a seagull flew by overhead and pooped on my foot, waking me from the fantasy and nudging me back into the reality of life...
