“The waves kept moving… but my world stopped with her.”
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 mine—not in a loud, obvious way, but with that quiet certainty that told me she knew I was watching… and she didn’t mind.
In that moment, the tide, the gulls, the beach—all of it faded.
There was only her.
Patrick Tompkins
2025-08-16 03:22:32 +0000 UTC