Erica. Twenty. Maryland.
I drove 27 miles south to Carrabelle Beach by myself last weekend and tasted briny ocean wind on the empty sand in the afternoon just past the midday showers but just before the sun was noticeably closer to the Earth’s fading edge. The feeling of cool air running off miles and miles of open water is as close to freedom as one can experience while trapped in still flesh. Every piece of me understood that I could never go back to how I lived before.