ocracoke film

my children.

in my favorite place.

over spring break.

when the water was still cold.

and the evenings called for sweatshirts.

but the excitement sent them swimming.

just like i want it to.


we are meant for the ocean.

not fully evolved.

we crawled from the salty depths not so very long ago.


my mother always shuttered the words "land locked".

a prison of earth keeping us from the water.

we brag that out people were lighthouse keepers on the north sea.


the tide pulls us.

the light saves us.