Summer had arrived. I couldn’t wait to play in the surf, pick blackberries, and chase fireflies. There would be no school and no shoes and I could see Papa every day. I couldn’t wait to ride Old Neb.
My first day back on St. George Island, I woke up before the sunlight came through my window. I’m not sure if it was the sound of the waves and the shorebirds that got my attention or the smell of the ocean or the hum of the bees on the rosemary outside my window, but I was wide awake the instant my eyes popped open. I scooted from between my tangle of sheets and ran to the open window to look outside.