Last week we drove all the way out to the coast and spent a thunderstorm getting drunk in the back of the Wagoneer while Zeus cowered and farted between us.
After the rain passed, we had the beach to ourselves. All three of us were delirious with joy, chasing seagulls, running in circles.
The wind came up in the late afternoon and we all lay on our bellies watching the sunset. Tess the sniper, we her spotters.