Fall is by far my favorite season. I love the smell, the crisp air, the nostalgia.
And the beach is by far my favorite locale. I love the smell, the salty air, the nostalgia.
Typically, Fall at the beach means rolled up jeans, long sleeves and a vest, while you stroll with the people you love most in the world.
Last weekend we went to Cape Cod. And it was in the 80’s. In October.
So, we went to the beach. Only the attire was bathing suits instead of jeans and bare little chests instead of vests.
Thankfully, I was still with the people I love most in the world.
It may not have been a normal October weekend on Cape Cod, but it was a perfect one.