From a distance I see something that should be in a movie, a towering island castle out on the sea! A thin strip of land with a road on it connects the mainland to this castle on an island. It's truly magnificent. As night falls with the sun, a moon rises clear and full. The last oranges and reds and pinks of the sun's final goodbye is reflected in the few remaining clouds. Torn apart by the wind, they soon disperse like slowly popping balloons until the moon is left victorious, surrounded by cheering flashing stars.
Hand in hand we walk around the moonlit island during the low tide, mud caking our shoes, the smell of the sea stinging our eyes and noses and skin. We taste salt on each other's lips when we kiss. Ovewhelmed by our senses we're left breathless, muddy, and a little dizzy. Back at the hotel we kiss again, but the exposed outdoor magic of the salt and the wind and the moon are not there.
We shower, chat, kiss again with our memories, and sleep.
Exhausted, with joy.