Beach. Because Sand.

Sometimes, when the stars align and you have a day with no work, no preschool, no soccer and the weather looks good and the temperature’s balmy, you just gotta go for it. Even if it means four hours in the car for maybe six hours with your toes in the sand. Even if it means sitting in traffic in the rain on the way home, your leg cramping from working the clutch in and out, in and out.

Sometimes the ocean calls, the tides pulling you outward like a rip current, sucking you towards the end of land.

So you go. You hastily pack snacks, water, the child. And you go.