Slice #20

The lush forest creates an emerald green canopy over the road.  The sticky, humid air rushes through the windows of the car.  You can hear the faint thunder of waves crashing onto the beautiful beaches.  My sisters talk excitedly about going out for ice cream after the beach like mom promised we would today.  It's warm out but not hot.  It's still early in the morning and the tops of the trees are covered in fog.  We're almost there.  You can see the old, rusty mailboxes in the driveway as we make our way to the house.  We drive a few minutes longer.  We have finally arrived.  I am so excited to begin our summer vacation.