Sitting on the compacted sand that we call rocks on the edge of the beach, looking out at the ocean, the sound of the waves infuse with reggae tracks coming from my iPhone, I get lost in thought. Not a daydream, I'm already in that place. Family, work, am I exercising enough? What's going on in the world with all these shootings?
What am I doing? F that! Put the phone down. I'm at the beach...came here to escape.
I'm going in the ocean.
What am I doing? F that! Put the phone down. I'm at the beach...came here to escape.
I'm going in the ocean.
