birds and bells

secrets

we found a secret beach.  seven dollars to park is not a lot, but the chain-link gate was locked even though the sign said 'open.' place is closed on mondays, dumb luck – free parking. 

it rained and Murphy took off running for Nova and I ran in my flip flops to catch up. I took a few snapshots and we piled inside the van, the smell of wet dog - sour and appealing -and raindrops danced on Nova's tin roof. 

soon enough I told them, soon enough; and I drove us back into manhattan.