Our Beach by Raymond A. Foss
The windward island, southern end, easterly beach early in the morning, before the hotel stirred pool chairs turned to the waking sky holding each other’s hand waiting together on our beach for the sun to crest the horizon line for the dark to give way to the light still in our hearts together, seeing the dawn alone together on our own private beach wearing bathing suits in April quite a difference for northerners like us warm in the tropical breezes sitting in the dawning sun sipping a little coffee given to us by the staff catering to our needs our need to be there, in that moment
April 23, 2008 Our honeymoon week, St. Lucia
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