Friendship.

Jordan’s parents were staying at Cape Cod as well as us, so the next morning we all grudgingly got up and they were so kind as to invite us to come over to the Sandpiper Inn to go visit them. We had to make sure they had a beach though because before the invite we were all thinking of heading to a beach so we can all go for a swim in the ocean. We arrived at their resort and they greeted us in the parking lot and then lead us to their room, which had its own private beach.

We took off our shoes and sandals and walked down to the ocean. The two Jordans and Leanne stood in the water just above the ankles. I wanted to take a picture of the three of them looking out into the oceans candidly. However, too many people were in the way.

The sand was really fine, passing through the toes with ease. One had to tread carefully though because scattered all around like shrapnel were broken sea shells once inhabited by some sort of sea creature. Some even jagged around the edges. I picked up a couple of shells that looked like ocean clams. They were bleached white from the sun I guessed. I fit them in the pockets of my shorts and headed down to the waters edge.

I looked to my right and took a Polaroid picture of the beach. I wanted to make sure no one was in the photo. It turned out to be an alright photograph with the waves rippling, and the little bit of the ocean creeping on the soft and smooth sand. I still look at the photo and think about the concept of friendship; even though it wasn’t the photo I wanted of my three buds looking out in the ocean.

We then walked back to get changed into swimwear, tossing the frisbee back and forth to one another the entire way. “Just jump in!” Jordan yelled to me while he was in the water up to his chest, “It gets warmer.” I jumped into a big wave that was coming towards me and went under. I got a bit of my wind knocked out of me, and when I surfaced all I could taste was an overwhelming salty liquid on my lips. I didn’t mind it that much and it was funny that as soon as I opened my eyes I didn’t feel any burning at all. Usually swimming in fresh water I have to keep rubbing until it goes away.

So we had our fun and as the sun would creep slowly down the horizon, the wind would pick up and make the air ever so much cooler. We all stayed around the hammocks by the room and lay down in the sand underneath our towels to get ever last bit of the sun as we can. Blue clouds surrounded it and even though the sun struggled to break free, it really had no chance against the looming evening sky.

I loved the ocean, it was amazing. I’ll never forget the feeling for the rest of my life.

music to accompany the blog: Dashboard Confessional - Dusk And Summer.