Away is the sound of seashells echoing the sea.
Away is the sand beneath my feet and in the bottoms of my pockets and on the seat of my pants.
Away is the tang of salt water and sea life.
Away is the silhouette of palm trees against the sunset.
Away is the sound of children laughing and big kids (their parents) outdoing each other at Guitar Hero.
Away is bonfires on the beach.
Away is holding my husband's hand for a slow walk in the cool night air with ocean waves as serenade.
Away is piling a wagon high with too many supplies and pulling it the one block to the beach, all the while keeping toddlers from running into the street.