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There was a moment...like a whisper you just might have heard...the water was warm, not bathtub heat but rather body temperature...his feet had found the smooth white sand in about five feet in the small beach area...the waterline around his chest level, rising and falling in the tide.  He was remarkably amazed that he could see his feet in the crystal clear blue...maybe it was green.  It didn't matter...he could sense the water against him and he could see to the bottom...

a bit of it splashed upwards...into his mouth, a nice warm salt.

This is you, he thought, immersed in the breeze and the air, the wind from a tide in his hair.  The sun was perfect, the lights dimming...the horizon just a sleek line.  I am in you, he thought...and it wasn't a sexual act, but rather a part where the minds of two are one, and the body length is condensed.

Rather, while he had been in her, this was something different.  He thought this as he swayed slightly in the surf on their island.

Their island.

He still stammered it...the concept.  The thought.

And then, like a welcome shape he saw her on the beach, walking down the sands and where the ocean put small waves at her feet.  In her hand was a bottle.

He looked up, where the sky was a blue ceiling...no clouds, not even a hint.  The water around him was body temperature...he agreed at that.  He felt like he may have felt when they were together in the dark, in the sweet mystery of her, and the moment when the bodies collided...but instead of darkness he saw everything.

It was a bit overwhelming.

And now she was walking towards him, the surf nibbling at her thighs and engulfing her.

Engulfing.

Such a perfect word...it was what she did every day to him.