gone

The sun was out at the coast this weekend, and S. and I sat outside at a cafe for brunch, toying with the idea of ditching our jobs and becoming beach bums, if only the paychecks would keep coming.

Instead, of course, we finished our coffee and eggs, and then walked along the beach until we found a spot where we could lay back in the grass out of the wind, and tried to soak up the light.

I felt almost alive again, until I crossed the county line coming back, and had to turn away from the water and the setting sun.