Along the shore, the tide had receded. The water now rippled calm and clear. I could see the pebbles and broken shells through its surface.
We walked along the beach. On the rocks, we got high. Talked softly. It had been a while.
The world slowed down. The distant cry of a seagull beyond the lapping waves. A lone crow searched for treats in the seaweed clinging to the rocks, then it spread its wings and flew away.
This moment. This soft breeze.
We watched the sailboats go by as the sun descended through the cirrus clouds.
A play of light on the water.
Then a few more people began to arrive and settle around us. We looked at each other and nodded.
It was time to go home.
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