Red Dawit's Book
Beach friends
The warm salty breeze that blew in from the coast filled Matt's mind with nostalgia. This was the smell and feel of his childhood. Gazing at a small beach house colored a light teal, he could remember playing here during summertime visits to his grandmother. She had sadly died when he was a junior in high school but the joy of those days remained in his heart. He was now back at this familiar place because he was just starting college. His parents' place was two hours north of the campus so he could pay through the nose to live in a dorm or stay at the Beach House, as the family called it, which was only a twenty-minute drive away. Matt had naturally chosen the house that came with furniture, internet, privacy, and access to the water. Letting out a breath smiled and began unloading his belongings.