Oak Bluffs, Martha’s Vineyard has such a rhythm for me. Dirty Bananas at Nancy’s. Crab burgers at The Lookout. Margaritas and trivia at Sharky’s. Donuts at Back Door Donuts. Ice cream at Mad Martha’s. Murdicks Fudge. Running into a tourist shop to buy a long sleeve tee to throw on when the sun sets. Planning to take the morning ferry home, then losing track of time an sprinting to catch the very last one. No matter how many times I leave this island and come back, everything here is always the same, almost frozen in time.
The music of the island. We lost ourselves in it, making friends, adding to the tab, not worrying about a thing in the world.