I am leaving to go to isle of palms in a week, as we do each summer.
secluded, quiet, serene.
seven sunny days of bare feet and sandy hair and my skin smelling of salt and sunlight,
little cascades of water droplets falling off my shoulders, in between my toes and everywhere else.
seven endless evenings of nothing but moonlight and the lullabyes of the atlantic,
or with the man i love.
either will do.
either always does.