The ceiling fan turns slowly, vainly trying to dispel some of the late night summer heat. My bare feet step lightly on the cracked wooden boards, making no sound as I walk down the stairs and across the empty store front. Moonlight illuminates the rows of brightly colored candies and souvenirs.

I run my fingers across the counter, picking up a slight layer of dust, a sign of that business hasn’t been what it used to be. Opening the door, I step outside into the cool night air and sigh gently. I walk down the steps and take the moonlit path down to the water.

As I watch the tide, my tension ebbs along with the water. I relax as I take in the sounds of the ocean and the slight rustle of the grass on the dunes. I sit down and let the thoughts wash away.

If only this could last.