Beach Bum

The alarm goes off before the sun does. That's the point.

This is the scent of a perfect day that starts at low tide and ends at a blazing bonfire; salt air, driftwood smoke, warm sand, and the quiet satisfaction of a pocket full of sea glass and shells. Earthy, coastal, and deeply nostalgic without being sweet about it. This is the shore before the crowds arrive, claimed by the ones who know to get there first.

For the beachcombers. The early risers. The ones who stay until the last ember goes dark.