Sunday, August 2, 2009


You know how some places feel like home, even when you're not home, just that feeling of home...
We're finally home. The air is warm and salty. We're sitting in cheap plastic chairs on a weathered deck, everyone is still intheir suits from our day. The new kids are all asleep, so it's just the old kids...the original beach crew.
We used to go to the Murmuring Surf... It was in Destin, and was a glorified beachfront camping ground. It had cinder block cabins, iddy biddy beds, iddy biddy towels, and big big fun. We went every year, sometimes twice, sometimes thrice, until some hurricane blew it to smitherines. We had to branch out and found out that other places have tvs, ovens, microwaves, and more than one bathroom! Shazaaam!
We miss the physical Murm, but still murmur amongst the surf...every year, every body, we all come home.

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