Oh this weather! The briny air, the cool breeze, a high tide morning that will slowly recede to sandbars stretching out into the afternoon, good for hermit crab hunting, kite flying, mud digging, warm and shallow swimming.
At midlife, fewer family traditions endure, but 4th of July holds fast. Aunts, uncles, and cousins will travel from other states and gather on the beach, not just our clan but others who grew up alongside us and spent those dreamy summers splashing, waterskiing, sandcastle building. Being together conjures those heydays, infuses the weekend with magic.
Later we’ll gather on my dad’s patio, once my grandparents’ patio, and have a big barbecue, and the third generation of little cousins will run wild until the sun sinks and we all head back to the beach to watch the fireworks over the water.
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