Sarah watched from the window – her right arm in the natural resting position on the sill, while her left hand fidgeted with the flower pot. She felt the breeze of the warm summer afternoon air brush against her skin. Her thoughts floated along with the breeze …
She was, on the beach, watching Aden pop wildly out of the surf – wiping the water and sand from his face with both hands – she smiled inside. He ran up to her and with a mischievous smile, shook his head to cause a spray of water droplets on her – she squealed with feigned displeasure – it was one of their moments of pleasure together…
A sudden squeal from one of her boys in the yard brought her back. Now, where was Aden? Sarah yearned for those days at the beach – love was in blossom and she was so young – they both were.
