Tonight, just when I thought we had all settled in after dinner my brother-in-law announced his desire to head back to the beach to fly kites, throw around the lacrosse ball and maybe even have a bonfire. My sister had just spent two hours in the kitchen fixing dinner so she wasn't too keen on the idea. The O's game was on and I was kind of looking forward to seeing how their game against the Nats played out, so I was right there with her.
No matter what we thought or what our other inclinations might be, within 20 minutes we were on the beach with kites diving through the air and a mediocre game of toss going on. (It took me awhile to get the lacrosse throw going, but in time I worked it out- sort of). It was a windy evening but that didn't stop Michael from getting the bonfire started and before long we were huddled around the pit of flames charring away our soft, marshmallow treats.
The moon shimmered on the water as low, soft waves broke at the shore line. One lone surfer tried his best to ride in a curl as we all remarked about shark feeding time. Down the coast I watched for the shining light of Cape Hatteras Light as it turned to cast a glow for all to see. Above me I spotted a few constellations that I knew by name and adjusted my sight line to follow the trail of a satellite skimming through the sky.
Content with the warm, gooey S'more that I had eaten I lay my head back and closed my eyes- happy in the moment.
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