We spend our time together doing things we usually do when we're here at the beach house, like picking and collecting shells. The beach is dotted with tiny treasures, each shell a unique testament to the beauty of nature. The sand is cool and soft under our feet, the morning sun casting long shadows that stretch across the shore. The ocean breeze tugs gently at our clothes, bringing with it the salty tang of the sea and the faint cry of seagulls overhead.
The water is a brilliant shade of blue, reflecting the clear sky above. Small waves lap at the shoreline, leaving behind a trail of foam that glistens in the sunlight. Drew and I walk along the water’s edge, our footsteps leaving faint imprints in the sand that are quickly washed away by the tide. The sensation of the cool, damp sand bet
