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It’s getting real dark, real fast. I know I can’t make it home before night falls completely. But, in the middle of nowhere, I really have nowhere to go. The dark is making everything harder to see. It seems like there’s a fog; that’s slightly disturbing because, just moments ago, it wasn’t. It had been clear, and I could see more than ten feet in front of my face. I shiver for a moment, the cold air easing frigid fingers down the collar of my jacket, before I start walking again. I walk for barely five minutes before I see the dark shadow of a house looming out in front of me. That’s strange, because I am literally in the middle of nowhere; I haven’t seen anything or anyone for a good two miles or so. Just a moment ago, there hadn’t been anything there. Now, this great shadow of a house is standing before me. I stand frozen in my spot. It doesn’t take me very long to debate on what I should do. The air just seems to be getting colder. The fog thickens around me, making it harde

As I sit here, watching the remnants of the evening light fade away beyond the horizon, my mind is wide open. Nothing but empty air above me. And as my thoughts escape my mind, I watch them linger before they float up to the stars that look like glitter of the thread that makes up the silky sky and beyond. Sweetly sing the tree frogs and cicadas, filling my ears with their lovely songs. Smooth evening air fills my lungs and gently wraps around me like the snug sweater that knows me well. What sweet peace rests in my now like the finest chocolate melting in my mouth. Oh, how I love a late summer evening. 

The soft sand is warm under my bare feet. The sun is on my shoulders, heating my already brown skin. A breeze, cool and teasing, rolls off the ocean, filling my nose with the smell of salt and brine. I make my way close to the water line, trying not to burn my feet. My hair is getting tousled in the breeze. I finally find a spot and shake out my towel, laying it down. I sigh as I get my feet off the sand. I relax, gazing over my shoulder towards the mountains. They’re purple against the azure blue sky, the tops hidden behind white, puffy, cotton candy clouds. Sighing again, I pull my knees up to my chest and gaze out over the ocean. It’s a darker version of the sky, clear and blue. Except for the waves. They crash against the beach in a steady rhythm, calming. Another breeze comes off the ocean, pulling at my hair and cooling my sweaty skin. The sun isn’t all that brutal today, but it’s still fairly warm. Kids are running around, covered in sand or dripping with ocean water. Their l