He felt her approach

Felt her hand on his arm

Felt her sit

Felt the bump of her shoulder

Felt her hair

Blowing across his face


Then they walked

The imprints of their bare feet in the sand

Were quickly carried out into the open ocean

There were no words

There was no need


High above, the park rangers looked down at the fog rolling in on the tide

The last long streaks of sunlight slashed across the isolated beach

One raised his hand quickly pointing, then hesitated

“Did you see someone down there?”

The other glassed the beach one more time before answering


“No, the beach is empty.

Let’s go”

Down beach, their feet were now in the surf

The setting sun in both their eyes

While holding and leaning into each other


They walked on…

And away