She looked out onto the grey waters, watching the wind swirl over the waves and change direction onto the shore. In her deep blue cotton dress, the air felt like cold daggers against her aged skin. A tiny smile played on her lips, as she stood lost in her daydreams. Any moment now, he would be home. He would walk up onto the porch and say to her back, “ Something smells like Earl Grey.”
She wouldn’t have to turn around for him to know she was smiling.
He would leave her and walk inside, pour two cups of tea in the China they were given 50 years ago for their wedding. Hearing the clink of the cups, she would turn around and looks up at a face she could draw in the darkness, every crease, every curve, and every emotion. They would stand together and look out onto the ocean, cold from the wind, warm from the tea. Behind them the house will grow dark, and the sky before them illuminate with the setting sun.
With a sip of hot tea...it was meant to be
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