Gemotions

The salt air tasted sweet on her tongue. Olivia watched the waves crash against the shore, each crest and trough a rhythmic pulse. The sky was a vast canvas of blues and golds, the sun warm on her skin. She had found a cozy nook in the sand, curled into a blanket with a book, waiting for Ethan to arrive. The simple comfort of this existence, this moment, filled her completely. She felt so connected to the world around her, like she was floating in a blissful dream. A voice sliced through her reverie. “Ethan, honey! Over here!”