I once knew a girl in the years of my youth.

When I hear this song I am transported.

I can feel the sun on my legs as they rest atop the front dash.

My hair ruffles as the wind from the open windows blows into it, seemingly stretching each individual strand apart. My hand dances along with the breeze when I can’t resist the urge to stick it outside.

I reach over and turn the volume up and as a result the sing-along becomes louder.

I smell the ocean, hear the birds.

We reach the end of the road and she puts the CRV in park. I snap her picture, my picture, our picture, the beach, my feet, the empty ice-cream cups in the holder next to me.

Neither one of us steps out onto the sand and rock. We both seem to be waiting for something.

“We’ve already driven 40km.” she states simply.

“Port au Port?” I ask, ignoring her statement.

There isn’t even a pause before she responds.

“Port au Port.” she answers, and turns the vehicle around to drive the length of the beach again.

I reach over and turn it up just a little louder.