So, I am currently in Cape Cod, right next to Provincetown. I looove Provincetown, it's so nice, with all it's gay pride and such, and it's just a cute town in general.
It seems I always forget how much I adore the ocean until I'm back again. There's nothing quite like listening to the waves crash down, or feeling the rush of the water and foam around your naked, sandy feet. I am content as I play in the waves, the thrill it gives me to float a while, as the water takes me up and down, how I forget how shallow it really is, so close to shore. Smelling, tasting the saltwater, feeling the warmth of the summer sun. It fills me with such happin