Thursday, December 01, 2005

House Broken: Part 7

“So, have you figured it out yet? We’re in Sarasota. The beach!”

She laughed. “Yes, I figured it out. Is this the surprise? We’re going to the beach?”

“Yes, but not just any beach, this is the beach I grew up on. My parents own that condo up there and I’ve come here every year for as long as I can remember. I thought you’d like to see it. And, you haven’t seen water this blue, I am sure.”

“I’m honored to be here in your presence, on your beach, on this very day. Thank you.” She playfully said in an official sounding voice.

“Let’s go.” He said, and jumped out of the car.

They took off their shoes and ran to the sand. It was pure white, and softer than any sand her feet had ever touched. Being October, there was hardly anyone there, and it seemed as though they were the only two people in the entire world. The water was, in fact, the bluest she’d ever seen; a beautiful hue of turquoise mixed with navy and capped with marshmallow white waves. The day was warm, but windy and the sky was crystal clear.

“You picked a perfect day for this. Thank you.” She said, and kissed him on the cheek.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and they hugged for a moment before continuing along the sand.

Later, she would remember their time on the beach with fondness- remembering the pride she saw in his eyes when he shared a part of his life with her. She’d remember how they sat in the sand, not caring about getting dirty, searching the waves for clues to their future, following the seagulls to their unknown destinations and knowing the only certainty they had in their relationship was that she was leaving in just two more months.

“Thank you.” She whispered, as they watched the sun retire in its pink and orange splendor.

“Thank you.”