We’ve both been struck by flu. Just now coming out the other end. Or in Bram’s words “feeling marvelously fucking alive again”. It helps to live close to the beach. To go for little ‘sea walks’. Fresh air. Expanding our lungs like a chesty, rusty accordeon.
In the evening, Beach House is the soundtrack to our dinner. The song below starts playing and we gravitate towards each other. A slow embrace. Suspended not only over dinner, but through sickness. We dance. Good times. We shuffle. Bad times. I think to myself if I could marry this man, I would, again and again and again. Good thing he already is 😉
[audio:On the Sea.mp3]
Aaaaww! Zo lief 🙂
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