Santa Cruz

Santa Cruz

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.

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