packed between coolers and overstuffed bags, we set off for the beach. a two-car caravan, reminiscent of my girlish days, following close as my father lead the way. the passenger seat was full - a bag of snack, a purse, this and that - no room for a third in our small car. perhaps I've learned to fill the emptiness or it may be that I've grown accustomed to letting us pour into the vacancies. and so, we made it, and for a week we stayed like this: tucked around and into the spaces of belongings and waves and the hot heat and one another.