My hand in yours, tiptoe to the edge.
Hushed laughter swirling around in the air with the sound of crashing waves below.
One of my favorite memories of all time, one of my favorite memories next to you.
The thick, fresh fog kissing our faces, surrounding our bodies.
Navigating through till we reached the water’s edge.
Salty breeze, the crash crash crash of the waves against the rocks below.
Maine stole our hearts from the moment we stepped on her soil.
We will never listen to Cicadas and Gulls by Feist without being flooded with these memories.