βThe waves kept movingβ¦ but my world stopped with her.β
She stood in the shallows, the hem of her pink jacket brushing against the sea breeze, sunlight making the white of her swimsuit glow.
Her eyes caught mineβnot in a loud, obvious way, but with that quiet certainty that told me she knew I was watchingβ¦ and she didnβt mind.
In that moment, the tide, the gulls, the beachβall of it faded.
There was only her.
Patrick Tompkins
2025-08-16 03:22:32 +0000 UTC