Leo stood up, brushed the sand off his pants, and for the first time in a year, smiled. Not the manic grin of a man talking to a crayfish. Something smaller. Something human.
But he went anyway. Because sometimes the cure for bay crazy isn’t the shore. Sometimes it’s the deep water. Sometimes it’s letting the tide carry you somewhere you’ve never been, even if you don’t know how to swim. bay crazy
“And are you?”