FUJI XT1 XF 10-24 ~ XF 60MM
Wooden steps with no railing lead to a crescent-shaped beach to the left, a rocky coastline to the right. She runs across the hot sand to the edge of the water. The surf is a series of sinuous rolls, and when she closes her eyes, she can hear the spray. She prepares herself for the cold. Better than electroshock therapy.
Hands pointed, eyes shut, she is a bullet through the white surge.
He drives along a sandy road to the center of the beach community, too small to be called a village. There's a lobster pound and a general store. Carrying a life preserver, he makes his way down a gravel drive to the end of a wooden pier. There is the Boston Whaler.
