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I Used To Come Here
“This is depressing,” she said as we fought the wind. Gulls were doing that trick where they seem suspended in air out over the beach and all but two or three of the kiosks selling trinkets and stuff were shuttered. Had been for weeks, ever since we’d turn the corner to it’s-almost-winter.
The beach itself seemed awfully sad with no one on it except for some guys in wet suits dragging sailboards heading out to those already in the water zigging and zagging.
“You ever do that?” she asked and I told her I wasn’t much of a swimmer so I never had.
The boardwalk, too, was pretty empty. One of those open kiosks was selling coffee and hot chocolate and pastries and the others those boardwalk trinkets—keychains and snow bubbles and refrigerator magnets.
We each got coffees. They were actually pretty good, worlds from the watery stuff I got when I worked at one of the concessions in the little amusement park over the summers when I was in college. That little park was long gone, replaced by a miniature golf place, which was closed for the season so it really didn’t matter much.
We sat on one of the many empty benches. We could put our feet on the railing and watch the gulls and the sailboarders and the waves.
I told her about it, about that job at the park selling stuff that’d be broken by the time it got wherever it was going.
I told her I loved her. First time.
“I know,” she said. And we watched the gulls and the sailboards and the waves.