Daydreams

“She laughed as she turned, looked at me over her shoulder as she ran towards the beach. The sun shone warmly overhead, and the waters rolled in with the rumble of a huge benign beast, ambling and spilling itself over and over again. I breathe in the cool, salty air as her run comes to a sudden halt inches from the encroaching wash, and she bends over to scrutinize it cautiously as one looks upon something curious, wondrous, and new. The wind pulls against me slightly as I walk towards her, feeling my clothes flicker and the breeze ripple on my skin. She shields her eyes with her hands as she scoured the sea for signs of life, squinting with a slight grimace of concentration in the brightness of the noonday sun.

I wrap my arms around her waist, feeling her weight beginning to rest slightly against me and her warmth and softness as I rest against her, and I smile. We are alive, it is Sunday and it is good.”