Salt, seaweed, carnivalJune 10, 2010
The breeze shifted, and the world smelled of salt and seaweed and carnival. In the sunlight, they passed a handful of sand back and forth. Small grains slipped between their fingers.
“I never knew it could be like this,” she said, and he could not find the words to piece together the sheer thrill of a bathing suit strap, her palm against his, the sea green of her eyes when she smiled.