I did not take this image. It just its the mood for the entry. I think it's beautiful. It proves that simplicity can provolk thoughts of complexity.
"I'm here to sneak into your bunk, and wake you. It's 3 am. My cousin is asleep below you. We must be quiet. Your toes flinch as they meet the cold tile floor. I silently slide open the door and we tiptoe out onto the deck. I've got your sandals already. I lock the gate as we creep down the wooden stairs. The tall grass tickles our calves as we stroll through the field behind the house. The different glows of the traffic lights are the only thing changing for miles. The ambience reflects off the street in a million different directions through tiny specks of shattered glass. We hit the sand like we were born to run in it. We take off jogging, laughing through the waves. Caught up in a caucophony of sound around us. Lights from the houses above go on. Our laughs are hushed into giggles. A door opens. We sprint up to the top of the sandbar, cutting off the field of view. He yells false claims of catching us but we know we're invincible on a night like this. We wait, alert, eyes locked, smirking, until we hear the muffled thud of a door shutting in frustration. We lay there in the chilled sand, with the moonlight on our backs. And it's in that exact moment, when you're halfway into a sigh of relief, when it happens. Before you can exhale, I'm breathing in what you needed to breathe out."
