The Beach

They left Koreatown, Los Angeles at 3:32am. Were headed to Venice Beach to watch the sunrise because Saturday Nights are better as Sunday Mornings. But they changed their minds. Decided to go to McGrath State Beach.

He told her it was time for the krill to glow. And that the full moon was up in one day and that they had to go see it. And McGrath State Beach was the best, and most inexpensive place to see them.

She didn’t mind. She wasn’t the type to say no to adventure. She wasn’t the type to say no to anything, actually. That suited her just fine. She was the epitome of sensory intake.

“That sounds like fun.” She said. “Do you want me to drive?”

“No. I got it, Sweet Potato Pie.” He said, changing the radio station of her car. “You mind if we listen to some classic rock?”

“Go right on ahead. I like classic rock.” She smiled. Leaned deep into her car seat. “How long do you think it’ll take to get there?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even really know how to get there. I just know it’s North where all the state beaches are. I figure I’d look for signs or ask dirty mechanics on the way there.” He said, finding a Led Zeppelin song, half-way through.

“Sounds like fun.” She smiled and stretched like a kitten. “Let’s leave the world behind.”

“We might never come back.” He said.

“That’s fine.” She said, closing her eyes. “Just make sure I have enough wine.”

She fell asleep. He rocked out to the music. They drove North to find glowing krill.

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