You say Santa Cruz, and already I hear the cold waves crashing against the shore.
You say boardwalk, and already I see all the colorful lights of the fun games and rides being occupied by adventurers.
You say “I’m hungry,” and already I smell the aroma of funnel cake waiting to be devoured.
You say surfing, and already I taste the salty water splashing against my face.
You say beach, and already I feel the gentle sand gliding between my toes.
You say The Giant Dipper, and already I find myself wanting to ride it again and again.
You say it’s time to go, and already I feel a piece of me wanting to stay.