Roads so red against water like this, cracking cold beers on the sand with our friends, singing at the top of our lungs along with jukebox hits through the car stereo. Nights filled with dark rum and Swiss Jass card games, baby sharks and sting rays metres from our toes, Hookers Banksia flowers straight out of a Dr. Seuss book. How do you even make sense of such beauty in the world?
It was one of the best. I'll miss you, open road. 'Til soon big love