#174 White Waves
Through wind that whips white sand across our faces, we're driving forward to taste the smell of the sea. Our toes are wet; then our ankles. She's chilly, but I encourage her on. In the shallow water there are fish that nibble at us like we are the food. What do they know, huh?
"Are you coming?" she asks playfully; me still with wet toes and ankles. She is beautiful and I feel a small victory in that she feels concerned with me.
"I'm already in," I tell her just before my arms and head slice the next white wave.
—2009-11-22 22:01:23
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