Beach Nights
With the sun shining bright, Tim and I decided to have dinner on the deck at the beach club. Why not? We scrambled to get there, but once we settled in and felt the salty air on our faces, it was well worth the rush. Tim had ordered us a pizza, so dinner was easy. We sat there enjoying our takeout as if we were the luckiest couple on the planet. Before long, friends joined us, making an already perfect evening even better. It was a bit windy but still warm, and since I can never be near the beach without kicking off my shoes and walking barefoot in the sand, Carole agreed to take a quick stroll with me. We filled our pockets with perfect seashells, gathering them like treasures. Each one felt like a tiny masterpiece created by nature. Meanwhile, the club was full of card players hunkered down inside, seemingly unaware of the beauty they were missing outside. Their weekly games left the deck and beach to a handful of us, no complaints from the outside crew. I've never been someon...
