When you finally stand on the sand at Cape Canaveral, staring at the Atlantic, you realize this trip isn’t about the distance traveled. It’s about the rhythm—the way the road bends, the salt dries on your skin, and the past (old cities, old rockets) melts into the present.
In daily life, we rush to arrive. But Florida’s coast teaches you that arriving is just another word for starting over. So ease into it—let the pelicans guide you, let the waves reset your mind, and remember: a good journey is just a series of happy accidents, strung together by open road and open windows.
