Summer
- priscillawrites
- Mar 19, 2014
- 1 min read
This morning I saw four seagulls flying in a row, and they reminded me of you.
I could feel the sand beneath my feet again, could taste the salt of the ocean on my tongue. I could remember the touch of your hand on my back, and the whisper of your lips in my hair.
Was it really only one summer? Whenever I think of it now, I am sure that it must have been more.
It just have been an eternity, at least, that we spent on that beach, watching the tide come in and catching our breath as the ocean called it home.
