i miss my saltwater hair. i miss your saltwater hair too, softer and lighter. by september it was almost blonde. mine curling just right, laying beside you on the towel, covering my eyes.
we should go to the ocean, soon. i'd like to surf again, bob in the water, try to understand the sets. but this water hits back, it would not lap at me like in vass. and that's okay, i can handle it.