dream-club

The impossibly beautiful day draws to a close, with the azure sky softly retreating before a riotous symphony of fire struck colours. Standing tall on rust coloured boulders jutting into a cyan sea, Emma gazes across the small bay toward the hillside upon which her home sits. The waters of the Atlantic ocean lapping languidly at the warm sand below. A gentle breath of late afternoon breeze caresses her sunlit skin. Her light cotton dress and auburn hair dance in unison, as she quietly lets thoughts of days long past wash over her. Memories of swimming with him under a golden sun, in cool waves that would seemingly roll on forever. Sitting together on the beach, eating fresh fish and crisp, cold salads consumed with chilled white wine and soft laughter. The scent of sunscreen lingering over the brine. Summer nights lying on a blanket making love, surrounded by the midnight moonlit sand. The luminescent waves quietly rolling in rhythm, with the natural movements of their bodies. After