Three hours on the water with my woman is my version of a perfect day. Willow and I have come to this spot on and off for the entirety of our relationship. It's a floating pier that goes maybe fifteen or twenty feet into the water. It's not deep here, five feet at most, even with high tide, but she loves laying out and sunbathing on it.
Today, I just love watching her.
It's not even like we're in bathing suits or anything. But she's laying on her back, her hands under her head, that raven hair splayed out behind her, her shirt pulled up to just under her t**s— soaking in the sun. It's funny that she loves summer so much. I know she was born and raised in Russia, so summers like we have here in North Carolina aren't really the same as the summers she grew up with. I got a good laugh
