When the Storm Comes

Jeremie smiled as he saw the trees twist and turn outside the window.

“Surf!” he exclaimed excitedly as I paused and struggled to understand what he meant by that. “Let’s go!”

I watched—still dazed—as he moved around the room gathering a bunch of things and stuffing them inside his bag. Seriously? We’re driving down South on a weekday? I hesitated at first, but the idea of going to a random place seemed enticing. It’d been a while since I went on a spontaneous trip.

“Let’s go!” I said, grabbing the only thing I needed to bring—a camera.