We drove to the beach and threw ourselves into the murky, muddy ocean. The sky was thick with mist and haze, the air almost as murky as the water. The sand was like clay and the shoreline was dotted with stones. It was a strange beach but it was nice. Katie and I went to Bateman’s Bay the weekend after Heywire primary because I needed to be in the ocean, murky or otherwise. It made me miss home a little, and the crystalline perfectwater I’d spent summer in but the salt penetrated my sinuses and made some attempt at attacking the lingering cold I’d come down with mid-Summit. I needed the ocean.
There’s a beauty in gothic beaches and opaque, murky waves. There’s a beauty in a dense, overwhelming weekend like the one Katie and I spent in Bateman’s Bay, that compresses months of friendship into hours.