Lying on the beach in Sperlonga in Italy after a rainstorm had left the sand marked with the pattern of raindrops. It had rained the day before, so this time we weren't caught by surprise, and had picked up our bags and gone to a restaurant on the beach early enough to avoid the mad rush for cover when the storm suddenly hit. Most people went home, but just as the day before, after an hour or so the clouds departed and the sun was still there, smiling away. We walked slowly back to the shore, and lay down together on the damp sand, like lovers do. If I have a bad day at work, or am sitting in traffic daydreaming, or just want to have a nice thought and smile, this is the memory from this year I pick. Every time.
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