Juno’s kickstand rests in the sand, her dusty handlebars (once pink) grinning to the setting sun. My musky shoes (once pink) rest next to her, socks strewn near by. I take a deep breath, dive, swim, break the surface. My skin is salty sweat, my tears are salty droplets, and this water, this sweet water, is salty too. Im back in the Pacific.