One wouldn’t think it, but in New Jersey, Atlantic City specifically, there’s a place where the sand dunes rise above your head and the tall grass sways gently with the breeze.
There are rocks, and sand, and the water, and across that, there is Atlantic City proper.
But for now, there’s you and me.
It’s sunset, and over the water, the breeze picks up a chill as we walk between sand dunes, through houses being built, across white sand and dark grey rock.
I help you over a rocky area and then, at that moment, the years just fall away.
It’s good to see you again.