remember this day? you were both running towards this bridge, hoping for a break in the rain, but the cracks between the two sides of the road ushered through even more of the downpour, creating walls of water. we ran through them. my shoes were so soaked i thought i was going to have to throw them away. i wanted to be dry, and to be home, but looking back, all i actually wanted was to stay here, drenched, on this cold beach. this felt truly like home. i hope you feel the same, looking back at this day, at this weekend when we ran away from nearly everything.