Chesapeake Beach And Chicken Little

The sea looks like it is never going to end around me rising on the horizon before dipping away. The stars are bright and sparkling. And it’s cold. It’s Christmas time and Chesapeake Beach in late December makes me shiver. I walk along the boardwalk with my sister Zoya and my mother and father. The wood boards feel firm but also springy and we enjoy the place as we see it.