Well, it’s Saturday night. The last hours of our beach vacation have drifted away from us. Ragged and sun-whipped, I pick myself up from my chair on the screen porch overlooking the street and move towards the sliding glass door.
I love a good love story. And I love that feeling of holding the person you love the most in the world and dancing the the kitchen/on the porch/ in the rain. Thanks for a sweet way to start my Friday. Off to find some peaches.
August, beaches, screen doors, vacation's end, summer darkness. This was a good one.
I experienced innocent young love on those same shores back when I was a teen. Used to spend nearly every teenaged summer up in OCMD. There’s something really special about those beach nights and those waves have witnessed some beautiful things, I think. Beautiful writing - you both are so lucky to have one another and we’re all lucky to have you share it with us. ♥️♥️
Maybe it’s all the salty ocean water that got into your veins (trust me, it has that kind of magic & it’s why I live where I do), but this is one of your finest. Love song, love poem, love letter all in one. Perfection.
As fine a description of what it feels like to be in love as I’ve ever read. Kudos, brother. Truly beautiful.
Absolutely beautiful. I wish I could write like that.
I feel like I just read a great work of literature. This is brilliant.