It was early Saturday morning, the end of our week at the beach. A week in which we fell into a new routine. One where the alarm didn’t go off and things were less hurried. Saturday marked the change in that routine, so we lingered long over the coffee in the gazebo overlooking the ocean.
Neighbors climbed the stairs and offered their good mornings before descending to the beach. I thought he was going to do the same, but instead he paused at the gazebo entrance, as if weighing his options and then took a seat next to me. Continue reading