There is nothing I miss more than sitting out on the top deck of my beach house on Topsail Island, NC. Overlooking the sound. Seeing the occasional flounder-gigging skiff cross the channel. But most intriguing to me are the stars.
There is no clearer sky in the world than above the top deck. I'll sit out there alone, or with company. I'll sit out there when its eighty degrees, and I'll sit out there when it's twenty (if you knew me this is a huge testament to my top deck adoration...I do not do cold weather).
It started, like most things, when I was little with my parents. My dad and his friends would sit out there and play some Creedence Clearwater Revival and smoke cigars until three o'clock in the morning. Mom and her friends would talk out on the top deck with White Russians until they ran out of good ol' Chapel Hill small-town gossip.
I will never forget the time that Dad was holding my little brother, who had to be about five or six at the time, on his lap as he smoked the last of his cigar. The ashes fell into my brother's hair and I was scared that Dad was going to catch his head on fire...an eight-year-old me got so angry that I scolded my father for being dangerous! He laughed at me which made me even angrier.
We all started getting older, the adults started going to bed earlier. However, my friends and I keep the tradition going. Each night at Topsail, we grab our own blankets and head out to sit in the high-chairs and hang our feet off the deck's balcony.
That might be my favorite place in the world.