Just wanted to share this with the community. It's a piece I wrote for my Grandma. Her and my Grandpa used to take me to Nova Scotia for summer vacation as a child. They were some of the best times of my life and represent the time in my life that seemed most magical. The begining of the piece starts on the early morning foggy beaches with the surf rolling in. It then chronicles a day of fun with my friend and I as we adventure through the sand dunes, race through the forest, get lost, get scared, and run back through the forest from dangers probably only imagined, to return to the warmth and safety of Grandma and Grandpa, fireside at the camp. Hope some of you enjoy it. Thanks for the listen.