Sand always finds a way to cling itself to the bodies of those who try to ignore him with towels or wash him away with showers. I told myself I never really cared for the beach anyway, but that sand stayed with me, making me long for the ocean water to kiss the shore one last time. Longing for summer nights, longing for her. We made sand castles and she buried me in every grain, laughing, taking pictures, loving. One night I swore I saw her, I reached out

but a gust of wind came, almost as bad as the storm that had washed us away before. And then she was gone again, clinging to my body, lingering my home, despite the towels and countless showers. I never really cared for the beach anyway