On the Unexpected Perks of Missing Out, Part 1

Or, a rare bird came to me

I was supposed to be on the coast, scanning flocks of Laughing Gulls for something unusual: a vagrant Glaucous from the storm-swept northeast, or a stray California from the fog-swaddled west.

But tonight finds me miles from any ocean. I’m gazing not into a sea of roiling waves, but an overgrown lawn. Instead of salt, I taste the sugary coat of a CBD gum…