Lifting knees, pumping arms, kicking up sand with our dirty feet, Amelia and I sprint as we chase the stars, the Seafood Shanty’s techno music fading behind us along with the strobe lights and Vineyard Vines and boat shoes. Now it’s just the salt air and inky sky and damp sand from high tide, the twinkling stars and sparkling souls of everyone who came before us. We are not where we expected, and we’re exactly where we’re supposed to be: the sea at midnight.
