I'm down at Nags Head with my grandparents this weekend, and it's very strange visiting a beach community in the fall.

We took a short drive a little south of the complex their condo's part of to visit a more remote section of the shoreline. It was very hard to light my cigarette using flimsy matches in the strong northerly wind.

The sand around the dry grass on top of the dunes had been carved away by the wind and was mottled with varying colors. It reminded me of driftwood.