Dear you, 
 
We ride a quaint tram towards the coast that curves around small hills. Wispy clouds decorate the sky as we near the ocean. The beach unfurls in front of us and the locals look like perfect characters in a movie. Lifeguards in yellow, couples matching each other, a father and son playing hand tennis. We take our shoes off and run to the water in glee. We write wishes on the sand and laugh with hope as the ocean receives them with her arms. We indulge in ice cream and feel like a part of the cast. May this take never end?
 
Always in your light,
Kahmy