In the morning…

I miss the smell of the salty air. The warm caress of the ocean breeze. The silky sand between my toes. Our laughter is drowned by the roar of the waves. You’ve brought ripe mangoes, and leading me to the water, you teach me how to appreciate the simple things in life. Buoyed by the water, we peel the mangoes, it was the best I’ve ever tasted. We also tasted the saltwater, and I we didn’t mind how it stings our eyes.

At night…

Silver waves dancing back and forth, playing with our feet, leaving swirling poodles of stardust. We run along the shore, while the soft breeze cools our hot cheeks. You scream my name at the ocean and I scream yours, we’re holding hands. We hold a contest on who can dig into the sand deeper. Working quickly under the clear light of the full moon, two shadows laughing. I test out the whole you’ve dug, and find myself  neck-deep in sand – you won. I fell asleep on your arm, right there where the sand loved the sea. We walk towards the sleeping town, and say goodbye one last time.