Writing

Rebecca Allen ’25
Staff Writer

Sometimes I dream
Of getting in
The car,
Turning on the ignition,
No destination in mind,
And just driving until
I’m sore,
Until I can’t anymore.
I imagine myself
Gliding over the
Multi-laned, overcrowded,
Inland Californian highways,
The windows down,
The wind
And the mountains
And the emptiness
And the freedom
Of abandoning
Everything and
Then I imagine
Stopping at the beach.
The sea and the salt
And the cigarettes and
The beer and the gulls
Watching the tide roll
In and out
And
And
And
I’ll make the sea my home.

Image Source: Marriott Vacation Club

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