We’re laying on the blanket you gave me for our first anniversary.
It’s printed with a picture of us running into our favorite ocean the day before we got married.
We’re at a different ocean now.
The water is not as blue, but reflects the cool, blue grey tones of the cloudy sky above.
I can feel the salt spray on my lips from the perch of the sandy hill we’ve positioned ourselves on.
The ocean sounds like the earth breathing.
I’d never noticed that before.