Hey there, tourists. Yeah, you – the one with the fries.
You’ve all finally packed up your umbrellas, rinsed off the sand, and driven back to wherever you came from. The boardwalk’s quiet now. No toddlers dropping nuggets, no paper plates flying in the wind, no seagull buffet line stretching down the shore.
Don’t get me wrong – we locals pretend to hate the crowds. We roll our eyes at your sunscreen glisten and your seashore selfies. But truth be told, we kind of miss you when you’re gone.
The fries stop falling. The pizza crusts vanish. The skies get a little too empty. Even the ocean sighs quieter.
So, until you return with your coolers, chaos, and crumbs – I’ll be right here, holding down the post. Watching the dunes, judging the silence, and waiting for the next season of snack storms to begin.
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— The Seagull Who Stayed