There’s a point in every coastal journey where the map fades and the sea begins to speak for itself. It sounds like pebbles rolling in a gentle tide. It smells like pine warmed by a noon sun. It looks like a tiny crescent of sand that never made a “top 10” list, a place where …
It’s strange how the calendar rarely tells us what’s important. August 26 doesn’t come bearing fireworks or fireworks’ anticipation. It doesn’t mark a new season or host a universally celebrated holiday. It’s just a hot day on the edge of summer in the United States. But to history? To culture, and comfort, and the human …
