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This morning, just as the first violet light stretched over the tops of the trees, Sadie and I loaded up the black 911SC—our old, loyal beast of a car, still smelling faintly of leather and gasoline and the kind of speed you don’t measure with numbers. The air was crisp for June, just cool enough to keep the morning mist clinging to the hood like breath on a mirror. We didn’t say much at first. There’s something sacred about early morning silence when you’re with someone who knows you well enough not to fill it.   We were headed east—Cape Cod. A spontaneous day trip that required no discussion, no justification. Just a need. That kind of midweek getaway that only makes sense to people like us—two overworked physician-paramedics with perpetual pagers and trauma cases constantly gnawing at the edges of our minds. We weren’t fleeing anything. We just needed to stand still somewhere beautiful. That’s a very different thing.   The Porsche purred along Route 6 like a well-trained hound—tight in the curves, eager in the straightaways. Windows down, the breeze teasing through Sadie’s sun-streaked hair, one of her playlists softly scoring the drive: a moody mix of Bach and Bon Iver, the kind of soundtrack that made everything feel cinematic.   We arrived at Long Point Beach by mid-morning, parking the car like we were sneaking off the map. The beach was almost too quiet, which is to say: perfect. No shrieking children, no Bluetooth speakers blaring the Top 40—just the long, lonesome hum of the ocean and the occasional call of a gull who clearly preferred solitude. A few distant figures dotted the shoreline, but for the most part, it felt like the world had been emptied just for us. There’s a profound kind of peace in that emptiness.   The water was still cool—June rarely offers bathwater surf in New England—but it was calm and inviting. Glassy, really. That kind of stillness that makes you feel like you’re swimming in a painting. We waded in slowly, goosebumps rising, our bodies resisting and then surrendering to the Atlantic. Salt on our skin, sun on our backs, a sense of time unspooling. I floated on my back for a while and stared up at the sky, trying to remember the last time my brain wasn’t buzzing with the endless tally of human suffering, vital signs, and sirens. This… this was the antidote.   Sadie packed snacks, of course. She’s German, which means logistics are her love language. She had prepared a proper little spread: crusty bread, smoked gouda, grapes, olives, hard-boiled eggs, and dark chocolate with sea salt. We sat cross-legged on a blanket, half-damp, sun-drunk, laughing over things that wouldn’t be funny anywhere but here.   She said I was starting to look “crispy,” which is her way of saying I’d ignored the sunscreen and now resembled something grilled. She’s not wrong—I got a lot of color. So did she, despite her typical Bavarian armor of SPF 100 and oversized hats. The wind kept the bugs away. The clouds stayed obedient. Even time itself seemed to pause and watch us like we were the main attraction on some slow-moving carousel.   By late afternoon, the tide had pulled back slightly, revealing tide pools that mirrored the sky. We walked along them in silence, our hands brushing, exchanging occasional glances that meant more than words ever could. The wind picked up a little, rustling the dune grass like a whisper.   Eventually, we packed up. We left no trace but footprints and salt stains. The Porsche felt warmer on the way back, as though it too had relaxed a little. We didn’t rush the drive. We let the fading sunlight dance across the dashboard, listened to the hum of the engine and our own breathing, both slower now. Whatever storms we were bracing for tomorrow could wait. Today, we had stood at the edge of the continent and let the world wash over us.   A day at the beach isn’t just a day at the beach when you’re the type of people who carry other people’s tragedies in your pockets. Today wasn’t an escape—it was a reckoning. A breath. A reminder that we are still alive, still human, still capable of joy in its simplest, saltiest form.   And God, did we need it.

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