Summer of Salt

by Katrina Leno

She was born for oceanside bonfires, long gauzy dresses and uncombed hair, the scent of salt like a blanket you can’t peel off your skin. She was born for the smell of water, for the way it sank into your bones, stained your skin, dyed your blood a deep, salty blue.

and the ocean had never looked so beautiful and the smell of salt had never seemed so warm and good and I thought: possibly this is the best night of my life.