I let the sand slip through my toes as I settled down on the beach. The waves crashed and sprayed a salty mist into the air, making my eyes burn slightly. As the sun began to set behind me I inhaled deeply, taking it all in. I then opened up my bag, rummaged around for a minute and pulled out a large green apple. Taking a huge bite out of it, I smiled as a bit of it’s juice slid down my chin. He was right, I thought… This is what living’s for. I took a few more bites, watching the seagulls hover in mid air before diving into the foamy waters below. Placing the apple down I began to go through my pack again, searching. Finally I found what I was looking for and pulled out a small stone. It was milky white, smooth, and had a strand of jet black asphalt that looped around the lower half. The stone and the road. I stood up and walked to the water’s edge and let the waves suck my feet down into the sand. I gripped the stone tightly, thinking of him. I squeezed the stone one last time, then tossed it into a calm spot in the ocean. It skipped across the water three times before slipping below it’s surface. I watched the ripples expand and then disappear before heading back to my bag. I strapped it on and began walking South, along the beach. In the ocean, my brother sank slowly, our mother’s arms gently guiding him home.