Warmed by the sunlight of early afternoon, walkers stroll lazily across an alabaster bridge and down to the Atlantic Ocean. Here, time seems to vanish with the wind. A dusting of white over the freckled sand dissolves beneath the foamy reach of the waves as an American flag snaps in the breeze. I pull my scarf a little tighter and inhale a little deeper. This now forgotten paradise is my winter secret.
January/February/March 2015