we're on the road again, the dotted lines and tail lights guiding us to the same destination as the year before it. the smell of the ocean mixed with sand is already beckoning through the darkness, and i can almost feel the warm breeze against my face, knowing that it will be warm if i were to open the window, even at this time of night.
the mile markers count up, and we have reached ocean county. it won't be long now before we cross the bridge to the island, the familiar strip of lights and people and action, separated by 30 some-odd stoplights as we haltingly make it to the old beach house. there, we have the promise of a dreamy slumber, to be awakened by the rustling and aroma of life in the morning -- breakfast on the stove, chairs pulled to the table, forks on their respective plates, the TV bellowing some kind of sport. laughter and hugs, pleasantries exchanged, plans for the day.
there, we have the promise of family.
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