Summers in Ocean City, New Jersey mean riding beach cruisers barefoot through the streets; eating funnel cakes and Johnson’s Popcorn with dirty, sandy, salty hands; gazing at shooting stars and satellites passing overhead while lying in the dunes; only coming inside when you’re called for dinner. 

 

Other seasons in Ocean City mean quiet beauty. 

 

Whenever I’m in this town I feel as though I’ve traveled back in time. I taste almond butter pretzels on my tongue and I smell fresh laundry. I sleep easy in the humid night air. 

 

I feel like a kid for a little while.