Even after so much time, I always thought I
could feel that night over and over. If I closed my eyes and held very still,
the scent of sea air and wood smoke would engage my senses and my mind would
respond by igniting my body.
The caress of air across my naked flesh, the gentle lull of surf lapping sand, the warmth of bodies pressed upon one another. All of those memories would carry me back to a time when I was eighteen and alone in the world. Although it was a self-imposed aloneness, it was unpleasant all the same.
The caress of air across my naked flesh, the gentle lull of surf lapping sand, the warmth of bodies pressed upon one another. All of those memories would carry me back to a time when I was eighteen and alone in the world. Although it was a self-imposed aloneness, it was unpleasant all the same.