Salty Air

I was down by the water this evening, watching the fog rolling in from the ocean. Tonight I can smell it, and with it the salty smell of the water, sneaking into my window. I love this smell so much, the smell of seagrass and wetness and somehow freshness and openness and possibility and adventure, too. I will sleep with the window all the way open, snuggled under my comforter with my face turned toward the chilly air.