The sun is approaching that sacred position when the trees turn to stained glass, and the sea puts a mirror up to the sky. It’s just warm enough to pretend it’s not cold — that we can’t still feel the slipping grasp of winter. That salt ridden wind rolls off the water and reminds us. And we’re here again, like we have been so many times.
Yet something is coming in with the tide. Things are going to be different soon.
Sitting on a picnic bench outside of New England’s oldest general store, four friends are on the precipice of the rest of their lives. Morgan used to love Will, but that’s over now. And Will thought he loved Morgan, but that’s over now too. Sawyer might love Morgan, and he defintely loves Will, and he might just love the whole world and everyone in it. But let’s not think about that right now. Addy’s going to be here any minute. Can’t we all just be friends for a little bit longer?