The sun set at almost the same time every night on Long Beach Island, but the view was always different. One day I’d be walking along a bay separating the island from New Jersey, and the other day I’d be sitting on a roof top drinking Pinot Grigio while feeling a warm breeze in the air. For eight days I stayed without internet or my usual SF creature comforts in a vintage cottage not far from the Atlantic Ocean. It wasn’t my first time visiting the east coast, but it was very different from my last visit. The air in august sticks to you and makes you sweat in between your toes. There are little mosquito’s buzzing around trying to eat you while you walk around at night. It was so very uncomfortable in so many ways and yet, so comforting at the same time. Knowing that the people there cared about the place enough not to litter. That the same families had been going there for generations, and that there wasn’t anyone named snookie within 50 miles. There was a stability in the climate not often seen by San Francisco, and more importantly there were always hot doughnuts in the morning and a gorgeous sunset at night.
Me + My Man
Swimming With The Fishies: The sun set at almost the same time every night on Long Beach Island, but the view wa… http://t.co/Jk3WfTCl