My heart is hurting for the Outer Banks and the sunset over the trailers, back dunes, and scrub trees.
My heart is hurting for a stroll on that beach with mom and the brothers and even shouts of "DON'T THROW SAND!" Also, for the races on the beach that end only a few yards after they've begun.
I'm hurtin' for icecream on the porch in the twilight as it turns a little chilly from the setting sun and the frozen treat. I'm even hurting for Spongebob Squarepants and Shirley Temple movies on the tiny television.
That place is where nothing productive ever happens and nothing ever gets done. You eat too many sweets, and watch too much TV, and don't take a shower for days until your hair is salt stiff.
So long OBX. You've been a real pal and now tears are squeezing at the corner of my eyes thinking about you.
