Return.

I’d like to go back to this exact little spot on the globe.

Where the light is idyllic, the sand warm and enveloping, the day simple and easy.

Where sunset is not just a marker of time, but instead an event to behold, the one thing we plan our day around. We rush back to the cottage after our ice cream errand, making sure we don’t miss it. We sit out on the tiny front porch, silent, listening, watching. Feeling. Tired and freckled and summer-laden, soaking in the last bits of day.

I want to return. To where the night is quiet and star-lit. Where sandy-haired, sun-drenched children sleep upstairs while we sit in the darkness and listen to the waves below. Where time is fluid and long thoughts bring to memory former nights like this when I was a child, where all I wanted was to feel this way again and again, listening to the sound of night approach a dune above a darkened sea.

Again and again, I want to return.

Every winter, I get homesick for this one little place on earth.

Summer, come soon.