Ode to the OBX

I visit you every August since as long as I can remember...

the summer's last hurrah before the dreaded September.

Breathe in deep.... your salty air and cool ocean breezes...

Sandy toes, sticky salt water skin - then into the A/C freezes. 

It's about breakfasts with pancakes, eggs and never ending bacon :)

Big beach houses, salty snacks, spending time in the sun.

Catching up with family: sisters, husbands, Moms and Dads

and climbing huge sand hills, using muscles you never knew you had.

Thanks Mom and Dad, for another perfect family vacation. <3

(NOT a poet, and I DO know it)
:)