I dropped down in the sand and cried for Conrad and then for me. I cried for what was never going to be.
The sky was pinky gold. I had the feeling that there was nothing
more beautiful than this, that this particular sunset matched the beauty of anything in this world, ten times over. I could feel all the tension of the day drifting away from me and out to sea. I wanted to memorize it all in case I didn’t get to come back again. You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.