The perfect morning.

It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters. – Pat Conroy, Beach Music

Oh, this book… this book.

Take me back. Coffee on the deck, nightgown in the breeze, Steppenwolf playing from inside the house, meeting the sounds of the ocean halfway and creating something like the finest audible sensation I’ve ever had.

-C.

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One Response to “The perfect morning.”

  1. Jessica
    October 19, 2012 at 10:08 pm #

    I’m still mourning the fact that my mom wouldn’t buy me that nightgown and I hadn’t the $$$ to buy it myself. Raquetball 4ever

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