The Wire’s Dream Magazine
that sat close to the water as the tide violently splashed against the rocks. It was nearly twilight at the beach, and even through my teary eyes I could see the sky transform into gorgeous hues of orange and red. It was windy and cold, but my hoodie was enough to keep me warm. Winter had only begun, so the weather was cold enough to leave the beach empty this time of year, for the most part. I curled my fingers around the inner sleeves of my hoodie, to keep my hands warm. Though my mind had been running wild back at home, now that I was finally here, it seemed like my thoughts were finally settling. At last, everything was quiet. The only thing I could hear was the splashing of the waves and even the cawing of some nearby seagulls, but none of that bothered me. I think those sounds, mixed with the smell of the ocean and the sight of the sun setting were what pacified me. I don’t remember how long I sat there, but it felt like a long time before I finally got up and back in the van. “That’s it?” my Dad asked me. “That’s it,” I responded. But that was years ago, a lot changed since then. Honestly, I’m a lot happier. There’s different people, different interests, and more importantly, a different place. Now I’m a college student, and I don’t live in Groton anymore. I have my own apartment in Danbury, on the other side of the state. I call Danbury my home because it’s where I live, where I eat and
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