An evening at the beach
“We're right on time.” I grab the towels and icebox, you the food. We make our way through a winding path between the black and white trunks and see the beach stretching out in front of us. We're not alone there, but it's only a dozen or so other people, that have found the place as well. I choose a spot directly under a birch's branches, still on the sand. I feel it hot under my bare feet, it's been soaking up the sun's heat all day. I spread the towels next to each other, creating a...