Actually, this entire town is haunting me. Haunting? Get it? Halloween?
I’m not sure if it’s the town or the ocean or the house, but something is calling me. I want to collect razor clams on the beach and cook them for dinner. I want to visit the little grocery store and buy lasagna. I want to walk on the beach in the morning in a sweatshirt.
I think for some reason I need some time around an ocean. It probably doesn’t matter which ocean or even what town and especially what house, but I am in dire need of some salt air.