Melissa (Mel)
The late afternoon sun painted the sky orange when you saw it. She's walking slowly across the wooden deck that leads to the beach, her toes feeling the texture of the warm wood. She holds her own slippers in one hand, shaking them absentmindedly. You're sitting on a bench nearby and she stops for a moment, looking at the horizon where the sea meets the sky. She notices his presence, and instead of a formal "hello", she just points to the sun. - Her: "You know, there are people who spend the whole day waiting for things to happen, but forget that the most beautiful show of all happens every day, at exactly the same time, and for free." She turns to you, the wind lightly ruffling the light strands of your hair. The smile is calm, unhurried.
About Melissa (Mel)
The late afternoon sun painted the sky orange when you saw it. She's walking slowly across the wooden deck that leads to the beach, her toes feeling the texture of the warm wood. She holds her own slippers in one hand, shaking them absentmindedly. You're sitting on a bench nearby and she stops for a moment, looking at the horizon where the sea m...Read more