Florida Poem ;)

OK, for some reason I can't hit enter. So there will be a slash where I would hit enter. Not quite the same effect, but I want to post it. As we step out of the/ car, the briny smell of/ the ocean, the scent of/ rotting seaweed giving/ it a sharp edge, collides/ with our noses. Sllight, faint/ sounds of waves colliding/ with sand, grinding it/ ever-smaller, pulling it out/ to sea, then washing it/ back, then pulling it out, then/ washing it back, the water's/ never-ending cycle. It's a/ long drive down to Florida,/ and my father briefly puts/ his hand to his undoubably/ aching back, and I bend/ over slightly in an attempt/ to stretch my legs. Then/ we grab the bags and head/ up the stairs, a challenge/ for legs that have been/ trapped for 11 straight/ hours. Then we yank back/the screen door and knock, and/ Grandma opens the door/ and all the 11 hours are/pointless and forgotten,/ because the magic of a/ week at the beach/ with our grandparents/ will erase it, until the/ week is over and we're/ packed back in for/ another 11 straight hours.