Someone I love(d) sent me a photo with a message the other day that said “remember this place? xx”
And I do. It’s my old apartment building. Nine years ago, I lived in the far middle apartment with a view of the beach. I miss this place. It was small but cozy. And it took me less than fifty paces to put my feet in the sand.
Back then, I’d sit on my balcony and smoke. And listen to Jefferson Airplane.