dream-club

The impossibly beautiful day draws to a close. The azure sky softly retreating before a dazzling symphony of fire struck colours. Standing tall on rust coloured boulders jutting into the sea, Emma gazes across the small bay toward the hillside upon which her home sits. The waters of the Atlantic Ocean lap languidly at the warm sand below. A gentle breath of evening breeze caresses her sunlit skin, as she quietly lets thoughts of days long past wash over her. Memories of swimming with him under a golden sun. Immersed 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. Recalling 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, they would sleep. Wrapping themselves into the blanket,