After a long ride down the strand, two cousins rolled to a fizzy finish.
One sipped soda, one sipped pop—
and neither would back down on what to call it.
But both agreed this sunny island was the perfect place to chill.
So we cooled off, laughed it out, and left a cache near the spot
where music floats on ocean air and concerts light up the night.
Look near the edges—low, cool, and tucked beneath metal.
Not far from the sound, but easy to miss if you're just passing by.