empty apartment
pink cloud/railroad
happiness on the dock

The drive to our beach house is not one that I ever dread or try to rush; it's the perfect transition from normal life into beach life -- hot pink skies, marshes that seem to go on forever and epically fluffy clouds, where chic bars and French restaurants cease to exist and the sunsets make you wonder about the people who were here hundreds of years ago, watching the same glowing orange sun go down.