Swimming, Tanning, and Everything in Between

Back to Marathon

"Here's the highway" Luca said as we neared the highway.
They were on our way to Marathon in the Florida keys. They had been going there since forever. They were on our way again.
Cassi was in the passenger seat of her brothers green pickup. She was wearing the same thing she always wore when they went to Marathon. Her dads old tye dye t-shirt from the eighties, her most recent pair of board shorts, this year they were sporting palm trees, rainbow converse, and aviators. She braided her hair on the side of her head.
Cassius brother was driving with one hand on the wheel one hand out the window. He was wearing a striped tank top, board shorts with a really weird design, black converse, and sunglasses. His hair was sticking up in all kinda of crazy.
Then they were on the bridge. She could see the ocean and literally squealed in excitement.
"Wow chill it Cassi" Luca said.
"I can't help it. I love the ocean." She told him and it was one hundred percent true.
They drove the bridge in record time. This was arguably her favorite part of the whole summer. Rolling into town. The air smelled like sea salt.
She stuck her head out the window of the pickup.
"Hello" she yelled to Valley the old Italian man who ran the ice cream parlor. They drove through downtown Marathon which wasn't very big.
They pulled down the long familiar drive way that lead to there summer house. As soon as they stopped Cassi through open the door and tan in the house.
"We're back" she yelled into the house.
And that was the start of summer.