It's nearing daybreak on this late August morning. A few clouds linger above the horizon. The sky grows brighter, and the glowing cirrus clouds promise another beautiful sunrise.
I feel her warmth next to me and slowly open my eyes. Her hair moves softly across my face, as the gentle breeze comes in from the west. Waves quietly lap the shore. In the distance, boats drift quietly on the glassy surface of the sea.
I cover her with the blanket and slowly walk down the sand. The cool morning water washes over my ankles. I take a long, deep breath.
The rituals of the morning bring calmness. Early morning cyclists make their daily trek down the road. I imagine the cool air rushing over the faces of shopkeepers as they open the doors for the morning. Gulls feed, fishermen head out to sea. Our favorite is the swim of the dolphins. Every morning, a couple dozen swim south, only to return north in the mid-afternoon.
As you walk up beside me, I cup my hands with the sea. Water cascades down my face, through my hair. I turn and put my arms around you. You smile, close your eyes and whisper to me.
Out beyond the waves an early morning swimmer moves slowly against the current.
I feel her warmth next to me and slowly open my eyes. Her hair moves softly across my face, as the gentle breeze comes in from the west. Waves quietly lap the shore. In the distance, boats drift quietly on the glassy surface of the sea.
I cover her with the blanket and slowly walk down the sand. The cool morning water washes over my ankles. I take a long, deep breath.
The rituals of the morning bring calmness. Early morning cyclists make their daily trek down the road. I imagine the cool air rushing over the faces of shopkeepers as they open the doors for the morning. Gulls feed, fishermen head out to sea. Our favorite is the swim of the dolphins. Every morning, a couple dozen swim south, only to return north in the mid-afternoon.
As you walk up beside me, I cup my hands with the sea. Water cascades down my face, through my hair. I turn and put my arms around you. You smile, close your eyes and whisper to me.
Out beyond the waves an early morning swimmer moves slowly against the current.
Late summer evenings are always relaxing. The deep dark blue is beginning to take over the eastern horizon, while complemented by the thousand shades of orange around the setting sun.
We stop and sit on a wooden bench. My little nephew Taylor sits back and leans against me while finishing his ice cream. The pinks and reds begin to appear on the high cirrus clouds. Sometimes on these late August evenings, I think it all might be a dream.
And there she stood, quietly, almost as if she didn't belong. Her body, her mouth, and the way her eyes didn't seem to wander around at all. The way her long straight brown hair moved around softly, and how the blue in her eyes reminded me of the mid-afternoon sky where you can almost see forever.
I tell my little nephew to turn his chair around to look over the scenery and people with me. He's still too small to see over the edge from a chair, so he comes over and leans against the rail with me. As the cool ocean breeze blows through his red hair, he tells me what he sees.
I breathe the cool late summer night air and put my arm around his shoulder.
We stop and sit on a wooden bench. My little nephew Taylor sits back and leans against me while finishing his ice cream. The pinks and reds begin to appear on the high cirrus clouds. Sometimes on these late August evenings, I think it all might be a dream.
And there she stood, quietly, almost as if she didn't belong. Her body, her mouth, and the way her eyes didn't seem to wander around at all. The way her long straight brown hair moved around softly, and how the blue in her eyes reminded me of the mid-afternoon sky where you can almost see forever.
I tell my little nephew to turn his chair around to look over the scenery and people with me. He's still too small to see over the edge from a chair, so he comes over and leans against the rail with me. As the cool ocean breeze blows through his red hair, he tells me what he sees.
I breathe the cool late summer night air and put my arm around his shoulder.
