Salt Dreams

This morning she finds herself curled up tight, tangled in the most exquisite, luxurious blanket that exists. Clutching her ‘Carmel’ tinted coffee tight, watching waves wind in and out, crashing against the rocks. The sound, its muffled. Not too loud, still a rhythmic peaceful volume. 

The sun rises through cloud striped sky. Oranges, pinks, violets, spilling out from every edge. Its going to be overcast today - her favorite. The kind where silver still defines the flat fluff overhead - so close she might be able to feel it with just a hop and a reach. Its not too humid and the sea spray reminds her this is all finally real. A cool breeze sends a quick shiver through her limbs. A chill of excitement, expression of joy - one her body cannot physically contain it seems.

He is there beside her in this elongated cushioned rocking chair. Calm and steady gliding back and forth. In his own little world, with her still top of mind. Tucking her toes underneath his thighs and his arm around her knees reminds her of this fervent truth. 

Hours go by and more could continue. “Lets go for a walk” she whispers. Slowly making their way towards the salty horizon, continuing on the ocean packed, angel wing sprinkled sand. Their linen pant legs rolled up above the ankles and cozy sweaters, they meander hand in hand. A gentle clasp, her fingers folded into his, twirreling his wedding band as she wonders about the world.

Where would they go next? Suddenly it doesnt matter because, with him, wherever they go - she is home