Growing up on the shore on the East Coast made me have a special connection with the water. A sort of longing that can’t keep me away for too long. All of my favorite memories include windswept hair and sandy feet. Early September is usually when people get their last swim in, the ocean is incredibly warm but overly crowded with tourists, or Benny’s as we name them at the Jersey Shore. It’s summer’s last bittersweet kiss. Sometimes I savor in the memory of a night swim when the ocean is calm with a group of friends (sorry mom). But as we splash through the night, our surf inclined group discusses how they are looking forward to the end of the summer season.