warm breeze, soft sand, cold beer.

The air was thick, the humidity lingered all through the night. Bodies damp from sweat, breathing heavy, lapping in the fresh air that slips in through the window. The sky was an inky blue, and my heart felt renewed again. It only takes small reminders, a sideways smile, your hand resting lightly on the small of my back. A year ago, or was it a lifetime? I was somewhere else, someone else, with somebody else - for what, I cannot be sure. I am confident in my choices, respected in my decision to go slower. It's so easy to get caught up in the excitement of speed - but you and I both know, this ones made to last. So we take smaller steps, and often stop and rest and enjoy what's going on around us. I don't need the thrill of speed anymore, in fact, I need the comfort of slow. My heart is so full that there are moments I feel as though I might burst. and I think that would be okay, really. The days are long, the nights are hot, and I'm smiling from the bottom up. I won't forget to breathe x