Blowfish

Looking out at the waves curling their way to the shore, Mim tilted her head back and swallowed the crisp soda pop to half full. "Ah," she grinned, focusing on the expanse before her. It had been three years since she’d come back from Detroit. "I took it all for granted,” she said aloud, “I truly live in paradise.” The feeling warmed in her belly and though she had tried, there were never words to explain that feeling. Love just wasn’t a good enough word for what she felt about the ocean or about Topsail Island. Maybe to some it was a playground, and yes, she could understand that. But to her, it was her church.